Christy Brimley sat in her seat, waiting anxiously for her eighth grade graduation ceremony to commence. Not that she was at all excited about the content of the speeches and awards or anything of that nature. No, she was looking forward to only one thing, as were three other friends of hers: their principal’s opening statements.

Just as Mrs. LaToya Richardson, the “witch” of a principal, as they called her, strode onto the stage, Christy glanced up. She could just make out the slight glint of something, or someone, tucked away in the catwalks of the fully established auditorium. It had all the modern conveniences of a regular theater, since it had been built just for the magnet school.

Mrs. Richardson reached the main podium, and begin a long, long speech. Unless one was looking for it, they wouldn’t have noticed something making a slow descent straight above the principal’s head. Christy and her friends Jane Brandt and Sue Snell, however, did notice. They noticed the wiggling, hairy, baseball-sized tarantula making its way down.

The three girls struggled mightily to keep from laughing and giving themselves away. They didn’t have to hide their grins long though. It didn’t take too long before other students were seeing that large spider as well.

Mrs. Richardson knew something was up, and cleared her throat in warning, but that didn’t stop the excited whispers. Not this time, anyway. Everyone knew that Mrs. Richardson’s only fear, aside from losing her power in the school, was spiders. The strong-built, former Miami Dolphins cheerleader could be turned into a cowering, scared little thing at the sight of the slightest of spiders.

The tarantula finally came to the end of its descent right on target: the twisted knot she always wore her hair in. Glad to finally have its feet on something solid, it immediately began to crawl: right onto the woman’s ebony-skinned face.

Her scream was ear-splitting.

All of a sudden, small spiders by the hundreds were falling on top of her. Instantly she began hopping around, trying to rid herself of the eight-legged creatures, while music burst out of the loudspeakers: it was the Miami Dolphins’ theme song. The laughter from the entire student body was deafening, and a boy even dared to call out:

“Now that’s some cheerleading!” If it was possible, the laughter went up a notch.

The three girls gave each other a ‘thumbs up’ sign in the midst of the turmoil, sure no one would see. Nothing had gone wrong. They were in the free and clear, and for once they had one-upped that vile Headmistress!

Eventually, with the help of a few teachers, Mrs. Richardson was rid of the spiders, including the tarantula. The ceremony had continued as planned, though she sat rather pale-faced throughout it all, and all those included in the prank were sure they had got off scot-free...

... which was why Christy was wondering just how on Earth she had gotten pegged. Immediately after the ceremony, Mrs. Richardson tapped her on the shoulder and instructed her to wait outside her office.

‘Maybe it isn’t this whole spider incident’, Chris thought to herself, getting more desperate by the minute. But deep down she knew it had to be. At least she had insisted that Sue, the 7th grader who had dropped the beasts, use her de-fanged tarantula and non-venomous spiders. The younger girl had wanted to use her more lethal pets, but Christy had stayed firm that they were just out to embarrass the witch, not kill her.

So there she sat, on the bench right outside the office, waiting to be called in and twiddling her thumbs in nervousness. She wasn’t kept waiting too long, though...

“Come in.” There was a slight stern note in Mrs. Richardson’s voice as she barked the order. She knew very well that behind the door to her office stood Christy Brimley, the girl of all girls in school who had dared coming up with such a heinous trick. Not alone, perhaps, and she had no proof whatsoever, but somehow she just knew it had to be her. And she still felt the spiders’ little limbs crawl over her and already knew she would have nightmares for a month. She was not just angry: she was ravenous, and wanted to see someone’s head roll down the guillotine stand.

Still sitting, Christy jumped as she heard the command to enter the realm of the doomed, as she considered that room. She wasn’t sure if that witch knew yet that she had come up with the majority of the plan herself. It was rather hard to tell. There was no way to prepare for the unknown, so she took a deep breath and pushed open the sturdy door. Once inside she stayed as far away from the angry woman as possible, forcing herself to act innocent... but she looked and felt and sounded, possibly even smelled guilty to Mrs. Richardson as she walked in, and the Headmistress squared her from head to toe, casting her the most venomous look she could muster, like an animal setting its eyes on the prey.

“Sit, Brimley. Your parents are still in the Auditorium but will join us shortly,” she added, not caring to hide a small smirk.

Christy gulped at that. It looked like she already knew, otherwise she wouldn’t have summoned not just her, but even her parents, would she? But she still hadn’t come out and said so, so Chris thought she could still bide her time and act as angelic as she could.

“Uh, ma’am? Why call them?” On the one hand, this could go horribly wrong, considering she already knew, but on that slim chance she didn’t... well, one could hope, right? And, if caught, Christy was already in enough trouble that it really wouldn’t matter if she ticked the witch off even further: when you’re in Hell, the only difference it makes is a few rounds closer to Beelzebub.

“Why? I’ll tell you why, Christine...” Mrs. Richardson said, standing from behind her desk and approaching the teenager smiling with heavy irony. “Don’t think I don’t know it was you and Susan Snell to come up with such a prank. Why, are you going to deny that?” she added, shooting her a killer gaze which said ‘don’t even try to’.

Once again Christy gulped. She knew that she had been outsmarted. How she had found out was beyond her... maybe Joanna had ratted her out... so much for being best friends! “I...” tears started to creep out of her shut eyes. “I won’t, ma’am,” she whispered, her voice cracking with the last word, partly from the strain of the tears, and partly from the act of treating the witch with respect, something that still sounded weird after many years. Ma’am, indeed!

As much as it was satisfactory to see the girl reduced to a crying child who called her ‘ma’am’ at the first hint of a reprimand, Mrs. Richardson was still surprised. “I wouldn’t have expected this out of you, Brimley. The school brats, as you call them? Yes. But not you. A member of our dance class, top student, lead singer in the choir... let’s see what your parents have to say about this all.”

This time Christy sobbed audibly. She wasn’t crying because of what she had done to get herself in this place, but rather because she knew that sitting would not be a pleasurable option for a very, very long time. She just sat there, every once in a while giving off a slight sob. She tried to remain stoic and not show this side of her to Mrs. Richardson, but it was impossible. Still, as much as she feared seeing her father, the wait was awful, and she couldn’t help but wish that he would just show! And how she wished her stupid principal would at least hint what kind of trouble she was really in, even though, deep down, she figured she did know.

All the while, Mrs. Richardson just kept pacing the room, throwing the miserable, sobbing teenager a glance now and then, and an occasional further comment on ‘how teenagers are rotten nowadays’, but apart from that, she remained silent and looked out of the window.

The wait didn’t last long, though, because not five minutes later than the young Brimley had stepped into the office, the older Brimley did, and the look on his face was NOT a pleased one.

“Mr. Brimley, I suppose,” Mrs. Richardson said, walking to the door to meet him and offering her hand, while Christy leant on one wall and stood there crying quietly to herself.

Haley shook it nodded, then turned to Christy and asked out of the blue: “I saw everything. Are you alright? Was it you?” he just said. He could be regarded as extremely angry.

Christy shrank back against the wall as much as possible, wishing she could melt with the stone and pass on the other side, or even just vanish off the face of the Earth. “It... it was me, Daddy,” she whispered in-between sobs. She understood there was no more point in lying now. Still, not seeing her mother was strange, and she could use a small distraction at the moment anyway, so she dared to ask: “Where’s Mum?...”

“Hospital, a sudden emergency,” Haley stated: his wife was a nurse. But what was hurting were Christy’s words of confession: they hurt him more than he thought was possible, and he just shook his head, standing still and looking straight in her eye. “I can’t believe it...” he murmured, which made Christy’s sobs increase in intensity.

“Mr. Brimley,” said Mrs. Richardson, “I realise, as I’m sure you do, that it was some kids’ prank, but it is still a serious offence, and... well... I shall be frank: I am thinking of revoking Christine’s diploma and also that of everyone else who was involved. This obviously shows they are not mature enough to proceed on to ninth grade, are they. I’ve done that before, I can do it again.”

While Christy felt her heart literally break into a million pieces at such a threat - it was true!, it had really happened to a twelfth grader some years back!, and for not-too-dissimilar reasons - Haley sighed and turned to the woman, wearing a much nicer and relaxed expression on his face now.

“Oh, but... I do understand, still... I am sure there must be another way, isn’t there?” he asked with a fake smile, hoping not to anger the woman further than she was already.

“Please Mrs. Richardson...” cried Christy as tears rolled down her face. This just didn’t seem fair! She’d have to repeat the last grade, all the while under that stupid woman’s care. It would be more than she could ever bear.

“Please? I might say the same about the spiders, miss Brimley,” the Headmistress said, hands on her sides and looking every bit of the angered and annoyed woman she was.

At the mention of the eight-legged furry creatures, Haley turned to Christy and shook his head. “That was the most stupid thing you ever did in your life, Christine!” he roared, not even trying to disguise his anger and disappointment in his daughter. “You have no idea how much you embarrassed yourself, us and most of all Mrs. Richardson, here,” he added, pointing at the woman.

“Daddy... I...” Christy squeaked, her voice now just a piteous screech. She tried to find something to say, but words failed her. How could she tell him each and every of the reasons why she’d done it? She knew that would gain no sympathy from that witch. And besides, she had never seen her father like this: this was way different from any other time he’d been angry, close to when she’d got in trouble at the centre, but this was still worse. “I... I...” she kept stuttering between her tears.

“You,” repeated Haley, “are in the biggest trouble you’ve EVER been in, young lady!” he said, almost yelling now. He realised he had to calm down, though, not only because it would do no good to scream and shout, but also because he was putting up a show that the Headmistress was probably enjoying, not to mention he was frightening Chris. “Can I know why you did that before I... well, can I know why?” he said, taking a breath and opening his arms as in ‘I don’t know what to say’.

Damn, thought Christy to herself, there’s no getting out of this one! And the problem was, as scared as she was, she also felt her anger towards that stupid woman growing. “Why?” she mimicked with a shuddery breath. She flashed a glare of hatred towards her principal. “It’s because of HER, THAT’S WHY!” She cried, her voice raising. “For everything she’s ever done to us, the unfair punishments, but most of all for ruining our school! She chased out every good magnet teacher in here! She’s embarrassed us all so I thought I’d give her a taste of her own medicine!...”

All of a sudden she stopped, though, realizing what she had just done. This was looking bad, really bad, and worse and worse as seconds passed. She tried to calm herself down, but she was still shaking, and sobbing both out of fear and anger. The only ones who had ever dared to speak to Mrs. Richardson like that had been expelled within the hour, so she was dead meat, that was for sure.

Fortunately for Christy, though, she wasn’t the only one barely able to contain her temper, because Mrs. Richardson snapped back at her just as vehemently: “You little pest, how dare you even think you have a say about the way I manage this school? Oh you are SO going to be expelled and... and...” words failed her as her face was flushed red, but Haley stepped in:

“Mrs. Richardson, I will be very glad if you didn’t call my daughter names,” he said in a calm, and yet firm tone, earning a look halfway between angry and surprised that he would ever say such a thing to her. Ignoring her silence, Haley then turned to the sobbing teenager: “And, Christine, no matter the reason, you have NO right whatsoever to take your revenge, and especially like this. It was an action I might expect from a four-year-old, not by a girl of your maturity.”

With that he silently implied that he sympathised with her and that Mrs. Richardson was indeed an unfair witch - many, oh so many times in the past Chris had complained about that, and the Brimleys had even considered taking her away from that school - but still he could not show that too blatantly if he wanted to at least try and save his daughter’s academic record.

“Maybe I didn’t go about things quite right,” Christy cried after a long moment’s silence. She didn’t really agree with this, though, because she wasn’t sorry in the least for what she had done. It had been the time of her life, watching her do her ‘dance’ on that stage, and it had been the laugh of a lifetime for everyone in the school, who would be eternally grateful to her and the others... but she was starting to rethink if that was worth having her bottom be turned into raw meat, and when it was her father to spank, that was not a figure of speech.

“That’s the understatement of the century, Christine,” Haley said with a touch of irony, holding out a hand and placing it on Christy’s shoulder. “I hope it was a fun show for you, because you are going to be spanked like never before, and I mean it,” he announced, and that couldn’t but increase the young girl’s pitiful sobs.

Upon hearing the word ‘spanked’, though, something lit up in Mrs. Richardson’s face, and all of a sudden her anger seemed to have worn off. “Well... I must confess I didn’t quite know that... err... yes, I mean, it would indeed be what she deserves, and everyone else who was involved, which I’m sure we’re going to know right away,” she added as she cast Christy a meaningful look.

The girl swallowed hard. Why did her dad have to emphasize that word for crying out loud?! And how had they figured out she was the guilty party if Sue Snell or anyone else hadn’t ratted her out? Offended, hurt and scared, she threw Haley one of those ‘how could you?’ looks before turning to Mrs. Richardson.

“Who all do you already know?” she whispered. If that would keep her from being expelled, she would rat, but that was the only reason. Well, that, her dad’s belt... or paddle... or what have you!

“I’m not making contracts, Brimley,” Mrs. Richardson said, shaking her head and wearing an even firmer expression on her face. This time Haley couldn’t help but nod in agreement. “I was sure it was you to have plotted this but I didn’t have proof,” the Headmistress continued, smirking, “until you gave me some just now by confessing. And spill out everyone who was involved, don’t worry about who I do or don’t know of.”

“We’re waiting, Christine Marie,” Haley added for good measure, edging her on.

Oh how she hated this! How could she have confessed! Shaking, she stuttered: “It... it was Sue Snell, Jane Brandt and Billy Nolan.”

Mrs. Richardson couldn’t help but give a little smile at that confession, and in her mind she already started plotting a long series of repercussions to be cast on the four teenagers. She was still sure she could find a way to revoke all of their diplomas and have them expelled in no time, it was just a matter of bureaucracy and she’d always been good at that. Those kids had to be taught a lesson... but perhaps, in Brimley’s case, since her father indeed meant business with her...

“I don’t know about your fellow classmates, but if, and I mean IF I know for sure your father is going to impart the punishment you deserve, I might call off my decision to revoke your diploma,” she said, raising her chin, as though making a big concession like the Pope in St. Peter’s.

Haley himself kept looking from one to the other, not quite sure of what to think. Was this snob, unbelievably snotty woman actually suggesting that he spanked her? Well, he would indeed, once home, that was for damn sure, but to do it there and then to ‘show her’? He didn’t know, really.

“Well, I... I guess that if that is the only way...” his voice trailed off as he looked at Christy.

Christy looked first at Mrs. Richardson in disbelief and then to her father in shock. There was no way she could face the humiliation of giving the woman that satisfaction... was there? But there was the issue of the diploma. The last thing she wanted was to be under the witch’s supervision another year. The problem was, her father always spanked her bare, and there was no way on Earth she would give that woman the pleasure of seeing her bottom tanned like a child’s. Her mouth kept opening and closing, trying to say something, but she didn’t know what there was to say.

Unfortunately for her (or perhaps fortunately?), there was nothing she needed to say, because everything would be decided with or without her approval. Haley was very determined not to have his daughter’s school merits - and they were excellent, first-class merits - wiped out by one mistake, and if what it took was a spanking in front of that woman, so be it. Mrs. Richardson, on her behalf, was looking as though Christmas had come early, and despite she was trying to hide it, she still wore a small smirk on her face. Nodding, she walked behind her desk, opened a drawer and produced a long, thick and very nasty-looking oak wooden paddle with eight holes drilled into it.

Christy’s eyes bugged out at the sight. That woman had kept the school’s old paddle from back in the days when they actually paddled students?? That’s what she called being sick!

“Daddy... No! You can’t!” she cried, her hands unconsciously going to protect her bottom. “Not with that thing... PLEASE Daddy!” She was nearly hysterical now. That paddle looked, and certainly was worse even than the one kept in her mother’s closet, and God knew how much that hurt!

“There was a time,” Mrs. Richardson said, walking around the desk and holding the heavy tool, “when I was actually allowed to use this, here. Good ol’ times if you ask me. So, why don’t we just pretend we’re making some time travelling, hmm?” she addressed both Christy and Haley with heavy irony, that the man did not appreciate at all. “It is illegal for me to carry out such a punishment, sadly, but if your father is deciding on his will to bend you over and give you six of the best on the seat of your dress, well... let’s just say I shall pose no resistance and even turn a blind eye. After all, who am I to intervene and step on a man’s parental duties? Your father has his rights, doesn’t he,” she concluded with an angelic smile.

Thoughts rushed and flowed through Christy’s mind when she heard that. Six huh? Not bad... except for the being in front of her royal witchiness... that hurt more than the paddling would, she knew. But still... So she finally nodded a small nod. Almost too small to be noticed, but not quite.

Seeing his daughter’s silent approval had Haley sigh; one of the things he and his wife had always ensured in the past was that Christy’s punishments were carried out in complete privacy, even from the other parent, and it had always been so. But this was no ordinary punishment, after all.

“Then it’s settled,” he said, receiving a firm nod from Mrs. Richardson. “Christine, hon, bend over the Headmistress’ desk and hold on to the other side with your hands,” he commanded, while taking the paddle from the woman’s hands, and wondering whether his beloved Christy knew that this would be just the very beginning of the longest and most severe punishment in her young life.

She gulped, but slowly made her way to the large desk in a daze. She decided it would be best for her to just focus on the pain, and not on anything or anyone else in the room, and so she bent over and grabbed the opposite side of the desk. This was quite the familiar position unfortunately, and she was ready in no time, shutting her eyes as tight as she could and waiting for the first blow.

Taking yet another deep breath, and watching a not-too-subtly beaming Mrs. Richardson move out of the way out of the corner of his eye, Haley approached his daughter and studied the upturned target for a second. The paddle was heavy and would sure produce a fierce sting, even through the fabric of her thin, floral, cotton dress and underwear. So he positioned himself to her side, and patted the paddle on her pert bottom for some seconds; then he drew his arm back and swung the board down on her cheeks with a rather feeble smack, which still echoed loudly in the room.

Even with that first smack not being the hardest in the world, it stung quite a bit with such skimp clothing as her only protection. Christy gasped, and clutched the edge of the desk. She was determined not to make a huge fuss in front of her principal, so she gritted her teeth.

Mrs. Richardson, though, was not impressed, since she shook her head. “Oh I used to be more experienced than that, you know?” she hinted, to which Haley cast her a side look, but still sighed and added in a none-too-happy whisper:

“Really...” And with that he landed the second blow, considerably harder, on Christy’s behind.

This time the young teenager couldn’t help but produce a squeal. That paddle hurt, darn it! Still, she kept her lips pressed together, promising not to give that woman too great a show, no matter just how bad it was going to hurt. Although Haley had noticed her strong will and was admired by it, he knew he had to make quite an impression for it not to have been useless in the end: of all the times in her life, Christy was choosing the worst of them all to be stoic and not put up a big show - Mrs. Richardson could always decide it hadn’t been enough of a punishment and still revoke her diploma anyway. So he smacked the paddle down twice in quick succession, aiming both swats at the lowest part of her bottom, SMACK! SMACK!

“Owie!!!” Chris cried, finally relenting. There was no way she was going to be able to make it through this spanking without crying out. That paddle was awful! Still, with only two more to go, she knew she could make through without begging. Still, she lay there gripping the desk for all she was worth, quietly sobbing, still trying not to make too big a production out of it. There would be time later for that... time when she wasn’t in that office!

Hearing her cry out was always something Haley would rather avoid, though he couldn’t say ‘it hurts me more than it hurts you’ because that would be teasing her without respect. Still, he knew how hard it must be for her, and despite the ominous, ever-beaming presence of Mrs. Richardson just a few feet from him, he waited a couple more seconds and brought the paddle down again on Christy’s bottom with a loud THWACK!

“Ahhh!” It was short. Christy didn’t let herself yell too loud or too long, but the sound escaped her lips nonetheless. She could just imagine her principal’s eyes glinting with pleasure. She had decided before the punishment to just focus on the pain, but that was as bad as the thought of Mrs. Richardson, or darn near.

Despite not being nearly as involved as his daughter was, Haley too felt a flush of embarrassment at the woman’s presence: she just shouldn’t have been there. Still one smack to go, though, and even if he usually let Christy some five-ten seconds to recover between the blows, during a paddling, this time he didn’t, and after a moment he landed the sixth and final swat on her upturned backside, wishing to bring it all to an end as soon as possible.

CCRRACCKK!

Chris choked back a solid yell. This one had hurt far more than the others, although whether it was that her father had put more force behind it or just because of the accumulation effect she didn’t know. Her fingernails had made slight scratches in the desk’s wood and her knuckles had turned white for the effort of holding on, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was that it was over. She was sobbing hard, but she had definitely kept her yelling at a minimum.

Haley withdrew and handed back the paddle to Mrs. Richardson as soon as the final swat had been delivered. The woman was a bit slow on reacting, though, her eyes transfixed on the young girl’s backside; oh, she would give an arm to see how red it looked now, or even to just give her an additional six, but her sobs were music enough to her ears for now -- even though she had not begged like a child, which was quite disappointing. Shrugging, she took the paddle and nodded.

“I think this seals the matter,” she announced.

Christy breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. She couldn’t wait to get up, but knew better than to do so without being told she could.

“I think it does...” said Haley, “... for now, anyway. Mrs. Richardson, if you don’t mind, I would like to use your office for some minutes.” He said this looking straight in her eyes with a meaningful look, and knowing the young Brimley was probably in for more had the woman nod her approval in a flash. She just wished she had a security camera installed in there, darn it!.

“Very well. I shall leave you alone then. I need a coffee anyway. You may get up, Brimley,” she barked before leaving, shutting the door behind her.

“Daddy?” Christy asked in a trembling voice as she stood. Surely he wasn’t planning on spanking her further, was he? The more she thought about it, though, the more it made sense... why she had thought the six would be it since there was the embarrassment factor she didn’t know.

“Come here, Christine Marie, we need to talk.” He took out one of the armless chairs from under the Headmistress’ desk and sat, motioning the girl in front of him.

Her heart sunk at the unmistakable signs of more spanking - her father sitting, and the use of her full name. She minced her way over to him, stopping right before him, still kneading her burning bottom with a gentle touch. She couldn’t make eye contact with him; she knew he was terribly angry, and what was so awful was she couldn’t even tell him she was sorry without lying! She wasn’t sure if the consequences would outweigh the deed or not, but she didn’t feel at all sorry for what she’d done. She just didn’t like disappointing her father, and she knew she’d done it big time.

As she stood there, Haley looked up at her tear-streaked face, and shook his head. He was no longer angry now, but wore a rather sad expression, as though he was very disappointed in her behaviour - which he was.

“Christy, I’ll tell you the truth: I’m shocked. I never thought this could happen. I know you hate your Headmistress, and, let it remain between us, I do not like her either... but this? I really don’t understand. Do you even regret it?...” he asked, shrugging.

What was it with parents? Could they mind read? The very questions she was hoping to avoid he kept asking. She debated for a second whether or not to lie, to say that she was sorry, but she just couldn’t do it; she had never even been spanked for lying, in the past, because it just wasn’t her. Still, she couldn’t speak either, so she just barely shook her head ‘no’ and began crying harder.

That was, if possible, even worse than have her bawling I’m sorry over and over again. Haley shook his head and sighed, then did something which surprised even himself by taking Christy’s hands and kissing them. “I can’t make you change your mind on that. You’ll have to deal with your conscience on your own, honey. This is also what growing up means. But I shall punish you, and very, very hard for this. Do you realise it?”

A flood of emotions made its way through her. Relief that her father didn’t wish to punish her further for not actually feeling sorry, but only because of the misdeed itself. Still, the emphasis on the ‘very, very’ scared her. She had really messed up this time and she knew it. She tried to say “yes sir,” but it just came out a choked sob, so instead she just nodded, praying it would suffice.

“Okay,” Haley said, and stood for a moment to kiss her forehead... then he kissed it again, and again, and had to force himself back down on the chair in order to proceed. “Listen, baby. I am going to hand-spank you now, Christy. Then you are due six more swats of that paddle, on the bare, and I shall buy a similar one to keep at home just in case. You are also going to be spanked, with my hand, every night at bedtime for a week, and after that you are going to write two-hundred lines in perfect calligraphy, then stand bare bottom in the corner for thirty minutes. You will also serve three hours of detention in school every afternoon, during which you will prepare a thorough research on arachnids, to be turned in to your Science teacher. Any mark lower than A+ on that will add a day to your punishment. Any sign of defiance during it all, and your mouth will be washed out, and that day shall not count. As to what kind of additional punishment your mother may want to impart, it will be up to her. You are free to berate Mrs. Richardson all you want, with me or between yourself, but I give you my word, Chris: you are not forgetting the next week for the rest of your life. And the only words I want to hear out of you now are: yes sir.”

It took her a minute to digest everything that had been said to her. She looked at her father in shock. She didn’t even realize her mouth was hanging open at first. All she could hope was that her mother would choose not to add anything to this, although it was always possible. She had taught in the school system before studying to become a professional nurse, and took her daughter’s academic education quite seriously. Finally, Christy managed squeak out a pathetic “yes sir”.

“Good. I am glad to see you are accepting this punishment as a consequence of your behaviour, Chris. I know it is very severe, and I will try to make it easy for you, but you must pay very dearly for your actions.” He then held her hands and again looked up into her eyes. “And in case it wasn’t clear, I’m not punishing you for hating your principal, but because you are supposed to control your emotions better than this. Learn to live with those you don’t like, Christy: revenge never pays off, and now lie across my lap,” he added matter-of-factly as though it was a part of the scolding and not the final sentence.

Chris wiped her face free of tears one last time before getting into the all-too-familiar position of looking at the floor while over her father’s lap. Her bottom was already throbbing, and she knew that even a hand-spanking over it would be awful. Still, she gave her father no resistance so as to incite no further punishment.

Christy’s compliance before a spanking was always something Haley kept in great consideration while delivering the spanking itself, since it showed her acceptance of it. But it was not without a pang of disappointment that he raised her thin flowery dress, revealing her white underwear and the redness showing under them. He took them down to her knees, and saw how the paddle had already turned her cheeks to a bright red. Even just a hand-spanking would hurt a lot. Taking a deep breath, he started anyway, with strong and loud smacks to her bottom cheeks.

This time Chris didn’t feel she needed to restrain herself. She didn’t care if her dad heard her cry and yell or plead. And these smacks hurt! He was not being terribly considerate of her already burning backside as far as she was concerned.

“Daddy, no... please!” she cried out right away after he started. “Don’t do it so hard... please...” Still, she was rather exhausted from fighting the pain so long before, and her resistance didn’t prove to be too much of a problem for him.

The blows from Haley’s hand kept falling in a steady pace on the teen’s flaming cheeks, two per second, focusing on the lowest portions of her bottom and especially the sit-spot, that had been relatively spared by the paddle. “Get used to it Christy...” Haley said as he spanked, “because It’s going to be like this every night for a week.” And with that he really laid into her, spanking with hard smacks and not sparing an inch of her punished behind. He kept it very short, less than half a minute perhaps, but he wanted those thirty seconds to count.

And boy did they ever count. Christy had an awful time keeping from reaching back. To her it had been seemingly thirty minutes, not thirty seconds. She had barely heard her father, but she had no doubt that he would keep his promise. By the end of the thirty seconds she was no longer yelling out, but was instead just lying there spent and sobbing.

Normally Haley would prolong the spanking for at least four or five times that, but he considered the paddling she had received, the one that was still in order and the week of daily spankings ahead, and thus stopped. Besides, even though she would not admit it - perhaps out of pride, or whatnot, he would never know - Chris was indeed starting to feel sorry.

“Come on honey, get up and give me a hug,” he said, patting her deep red bottom cheeks.

It took the young teen a good minute to find the strength to get up. Once she had, however, she hugged her father oh-so-tight. She couldn’t remember the last time her bottom had been so sore, and she didn’t know how on Earth she would EVER manage to sit again. That was it for sitting; she’d spend the rest of her life standing, sleeping on her tummy and eating her meals kneeling on a chair.

“There, there,” Haley murmured, holding the child’s body tight to his, giving occasional rubs to her back and backside. “You’re being good, sweetie... let’s finish this up and go home.” He broke the hug and looked in her teary eyes. She was a beautiful girl, and a very, very smart one, who just had a problem with controlling herself and didn’t think before acting, sometimes. He was not going to love her any less for that. If anything, he was going to adore her even more, because that made her a human being and not a robot. Kissing her cheek, Haley asked: “Are you still convinced it was a wise thing to do, Princess Chris?” he said.

Chris tried to smile at her father’s use of her pet name, but couldn’t quite manage more than the corners of her mouth turning up. She shook her head slightly. “I never said it was wise, Daddy,” she whispered. “Just that I wasn’t sorry. And I’m still not... not totally anyway. Don’t know yet if it’ll be worth it or not. Probably not... but if you’re asking me if I feel bad for doing that to her, I really don’t. I feel bad I let you down... and that maybe there were some less-bad ways to do what I did, but I’ve put up with her for nine years! And this was harmless!” She looked up at her father. Perhaps these weren’t the best words to use when on the verge of another paddling, but oh well. “Daddy, don’t be mad, please... I just can’t lie to you and say that I am sorry when I’m not.”

It was now Haley’s turn to have mixed, storming emotions running deep inside of him. On one hand, Christy’s honesty was touching and he appreciated it very much; typical of her natural-born stubbornness to keep her point to the very end - she would make an excellent lawyer if she chose to. On the other hand, her not being sorry, or not totally, meant that she found the act of revenge justifiable, even just a little, while in his eyes it was not.

“It is a moral dilemma, Chris,” he said with a sigh after a long moment’s silence. “But as I said, you don’t have to explain this to me. You have all your life to deal with it, and I can tell it will be a burden, whatever your feelings toward it will be. As of now, we just need to bring this to an end and leave this office, would you agree?”

Chris breathed a sigh of relief and simply nodded. She could not wait to just get home. What a graduation night this had been, and it was still far from over. That paddle scared the dickens out of her, especially the thought of it landing on her bare bottom; not much for the pain itself, but for the bruises it would arise, which would make it very hard to sit and endure the daily spankings.

“Very well, then,” Haley said, nodding with her. He stood from the chair and reached for the paddle, still placed on the desk, and motioned for Chris to resume her bent-over position, while he weighed the tool in his hand. “Six,” he just said.

Her stomach did flip flops at the re-announced number. Six with that thing, and on the bare bottom? She didn’t know how she could take it. But she also knew she had no choice but to take it, so she slowly made her way to the desk, dragging her feet slightly. She gave her father a last, fleeting look, but with a heavy sigh saw nothing but determination in his eyes. She finally went and bent over, getting a firm hold on the surface across from her.

What she didn’t know was the amount of effort it was costing Haley to keep that determined look on his face. Nothing that could be compared to the effort she was making, perhaps, but a daughter can’t know what goes through her father’s mind when he spanks her, and he preferred to keep it that way. He kept his mind off such thoughts as he lined up the paddle against her cherry red backside and slammed it down with medium force across her bare cheeks with a CRACK!

“Daddy!!!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs, almost jumping up from the pain and the shock. As bad as that thing had been over her clothes, it was ten times worse bare. Her sobs resumed right away, harder and heavier than before. Somehow she still had to take five more with this as well!

From the ear-splitting scream she gave, Haley knew he couldn’t reasonably expect her to endure the rest of this punishment, not in the way she usually did at least. The holes left eight distinct white circles on her buttocks, which quickly turned to red circles, which would become blisters within the hour. So he approached Chris and circled her waist with his free arm to keep her still before delivering the second SMACK!

She couldn’t help but be shocked as she felt his arm creep around her middle. He never held her still for a paddling. But she couldn’t help being thankful, for there was no way she would’ve made it through five more without earning herself extras by reaching back or getting out of position. Still, all those thoughts were quickly swept away from her mind as she felt the second crashing upon her so sore bottom. She screamed, but the volume was not quite as loud; this whole evening had worn her out immensely. All she could sense was pain, nothing else existed in her mind at the moment, and she was starting to go limp from exhaustion.

Her yells were heart-wrenching and he could only imagine how she must be feeling at the moment. The second blow had produced an even angrier shade of red on her bummy, and the paddle was long and wide enough to cover it in almost its entirety. Without waiting any longer, though, he delivered the third swat to her sit-spot, and the fourth to the middle of shapely round cheeks, not super hard but not feather-light either. WHACK! POP!

“No more! Daddy, PLEASE!!” She couldn’t contain herself any longer, and whined like a child with new-found strength. Normally she didn’t like to beg off, but the pain was so much more intense than she could ever remember.

“I’m sorry honey... you deserve this and you know it,” and with that, without any other reassuring words, he smashed the heavy wooden instrument down twice more, the last two, trying to avoid the purplish area which was bruising already.

Christy was blinded by the excruciating pain. She didn’t even remember her screaming that last time, or even discern that her spanking was over. Her legs were weak, and she was surprised they were even holding her up. All she knew was pain, and anything else was not noticeable, including the fact that she wasn’t really holding herself up, because Haley felt almost all of her 52kg (115lbs) body weighing down on his arm, and was sure she would fall if he let go. So he didn’t, and instead dropped the paddle on the desk and turned Chris around and held her like you hold a baby.

“Shh, all over, all over now...” he whispered.

Chris just continued sobbing hysterically into her father’s shirt. It was several minutes before she even realized that she was no longer standing but instead being cradled, and when that thought came over her, it was a pleasant, reassuring one - somehow, his chest and neck had always been her favourite spots in the world to be whenever she felt like crying, and crying she did, on and on.

At long last, Haley sat on one of the chairs, not so much from being tired, but because though petite Christy was no longer a child, and holding her was proving to be quite stressful. He eased her onto his lap, making sure her bruised behind didn’t make contact with his leg, and wiped hair off her sweaty forehead, kissing it. “I’m here, honey,” he just said.

“It hurts, Daddy!” she cried mournfully. “SOOOO much.” She just squeezed him for all she was worth. It never bothered her that she sought comfort from the person who had caused the discomfort to begin with. It made her feel doubly loved, due to some strange and not totally understandable mechanics. Of course, at the moment, all that went through her head was PAIN!, with capital ‘P’... with capital everything. Just pain.

“I know baby, I know,” said Haley, keeping her shaking body close to his, still kissing the top of her head from time to time. He wondered whether he had spanked too hard, and it was maybe so, but the thought was wiped away by the realisation she had been taught an important lesson, one that would hopefully last. “The pain will go away honey,” he assured her, “especially with some good lotion once we get home, hmm?” he talked soothingly into her ear.

Chris brightened up a pathetically small bit at the mention of lotion. “I’d like that, Daddy,” she said with a wee, forced smile. But despite that, Haley could tell she was almost hysterical, and that he had to take her home as soon as possible. He always was one for severe punishments, yes, but this one had been very hard indeed, and she needed some relief now. So he smiled back, kissed her forehead once again and eased her off his lap.

“Can you stand, honey? You don’t need to put your panties back on if you don’t feel like.”

Christy nodded and climbed off his lap win uncertain moves. She had to will herself to keep her legs strong and steady, as they were still trembling, and this proved to be quite difficult. She took one look at her long-ago-shed panties, and shook her head.

“I... I can’t put them on, Daddy,” she choked out, “but I don’t have somewhere to put them.” Her face burned with shame and became almost as flushed as her derriere.

Smiling reassuringly, he nodded and picked up the small item of clothing from the floor, and not knowing where else to put it, he stuffed it in his pocket. “Don’t worry about this now, just put your dress back in place... I’ll call Mrs. Richardson and we’re getting out of here, okay?”

Chris nodded, quite relieved that her doom was finally over - at least for what concerned the office part. She hadn’t forgotten about the ‘Punishment Week’ despite everything, oh no, she hadn’t. She fumbled around with her skirt, trying to make herself look better than she felt: no way was she going to give that woman any more of a show than necessary! Still, it was all done with very shaky hands, her mind so absorbed by pain it took way longer than normal. At last the teen was ready to face the witch, and finally get home.

Haley sighed at seeing her in so much pain, but was still quite proud of the way she was facing it all. She had chosen a line of behaviour and these were the consequences, and not trying to escape them was still a big sign of maturity out of her, one that he appreciated and would praise. He approached the door and opened it, and went looking for Mrs. Richardson. The woman was in the hallway, not far from the door, and he wondered whether the ‘witch’ had listened in after all.

“We are ready to leave and we wish to do so quite soon,” he said.

Mrs. Richardson smiled broadly and walked back into her office, and seeing the sobbing Christy she nodded her head. “So, Brimley?” she said.

“Ma’am?” she choked out, not rather sure what she was expecting.

“I take it you regret your actions, now,” she said firmly, while Haley stood by her side, waiting. “I want to hear it from you how you regret it...” She knew about that girl’s stubbornness and was not going to let her go without an apology.

Christy looked at her father at a loss. She had no idea how to go about this. She didn’t think it had been worth the spanking of the lifetime to do it, but would she still get pleasure out of thinking about it? YES! Did she feel bad she had scared the principal? NO! Looking back at his daughter and seeing how she still wouldn’t feel totally sorry about it all, Haley sighed and gave a small nod to her, arching his eyebrows as to mean ‘please, just say it so we can go home’.

“Chris...?” he whispered as he did so.

Something had to give, true, but not everything. “I’m... sorry I went about things the way I did, Mrs. Richardson,” she said, keeping steady eye contact despite the tears rolling down her face, and the quivering lower lip. How she prayed this would suffice.

Mrs. Richardson quirked an eyebrow, expecting much, much more of an apology than that. It was practically like saying she didn’t regret wanting to take revenge but only what kind of revenge she had taken. She was about to speak, but Haley stepped in at that point, saying:

“Well, she said she’s sorry and she’s been punished enough... haven’t you, Christine?”

“Yes, sir. BELIEVE me, Mrs. Richardson, I’ve been punished enough!” she cried - that it was intentional or not, her sobs increased a bit and she even coughed a little, giving Mrs. Richardson the impression that she was really a sorry and contrite young girl.

Haley looked at the Headmistress and for a moment he wondered whether that was enough for her or if she wanted to see that with her own eyes by having her bare her bottom - something he would never allow in a million years - but instead the ‘witch’ just nodded.

“Very well. We’ll see about your diploma, Brimley. I don’t think there’s going to be a problem anyway.” She turned to Haley and said: “Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Brimley.”

At that point, Haley would have wanted to yell at her just as his daughter did, but instead just nodded, shook her hand and motioned for Chris to come over. “Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

Christy threw a questioning shot towards her monstrous principal, but with a final, upset sigh she followed her father’s orders, more than ready to just leave.

Welcoming his girl in his arms, Haley opened the door and walked out of the office. “Have a good day, Mrs. Richardson,” he saluted. Those words were rather choked out of his mouth, but the woman still nodded with a small, teasing smirk as she watched them go.

Christy noticed how tense he became when he uttered those words though, and inside she was smiling. Much to her relief, all the other graduates had left long ago, and so they had a clear path out to the car. Her legs were weak, and it was a slow go, but they finally made it to the parking lot.

“You can lie on your tummy in the back, sweetheart,” Haley said as he rode the car on the front seat and started the engine, ready to drive home.

His feelings about that day were still too mixed up to understand them properly, but he knew that with time he would come to terms with them. All that mattered for now was that Christy’s diploma was safe, and that she had learned a lesson and even managed not to lose her dignity in front of the so-hated Headmistress, not completely at least. As for Christy, ironically her feelings were much, much simpler: once she laid on her tummy in the backseat of the car, she allowed herself to relax a bit, and with the low, humming sound of the engine and Haley’s silent and gentle driving, she cried herself to sleep within a couple of minutes. The thought of what lay ahead of her in the following week was still there, but she knew she would get through it... somehow.

The last thought flashing through her mind before falling asleep was Mrs. Richardson’s dance, and her quivering lips curved up in a small smile as she felt the happiest she’d been in ages: that week would eventually end, but that evening would remain in everyone’s memory forever.

– 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.

Copyright © 2004 Haley Brimley, Christy. Contact for information and/or feedback.