RECAP: Christy is stalked by a nasty guy on the Internet, and gets in further trouble for lying to her parents and the police about some details. The day of the hearing the Brimleys had been dreading for so long finally comes...

Haley paced the corridor, his shoes making no sound on the soft carpet. He gazed out of the large windows, or cast looks towards the door labelled as “Minor Court” where they’d all be summoned in a few minutes. He walked to where Christy and his wife Carly sat, and smiled at the girl.

“Won’t take much longer.”

Chris just nodded, remaining hunched over. She squeezed her eyes tight, trying keep in the tears that threatened to spill out. She heard a door open and close further down the corridor, and just minutes later their lawyer had joined the party.

“Good morning,” said Red Calhoun with a smile as he shook Haley’s hand, then Carly’s. “Your sister Faith told me to do my absolute best or she’s going to kick my butt.” His red-bearded fat face wrinkled with laughter. Haley and Carly exchanged looks. “Ah, you must be Christy. Don’t you worry. Judge Carnaby is a softie. C’mon, let’s go,” and he motioned them toward the courtroom.

Chris looked up wide-eyed at the lawyer’s one-man show, then turned to her parents, who both slightly shrugged. The girl nodded and took a deep breath, then followed Mr Calhoun into the small courtroom. She was almost too scared to enter. This would be the first time she would see the creep that this whole thing was centered around, and it scared her deeply. She wondered how she would know who he was, but as it turned out, it wasn’t difficult at all. She could easily see the snarl on the man’s face as she entered the room, and her blood ran cold.

The room was the exact replica of the courtrooms you see in TV shows and movies, only much downsized. The Judge’s desk stood opposite the entrance, and two smaller tables with chairs on each side marked the defendant’s side and the Public Attorney’s. Few rows of wooden stands were there too, but were currently unoccupied.

Christy hurriedly went over to the defendant’s side, suddenly very glad that George was already a convicted criminal, therefore having police watching his every move: there was an officer standing besides his table. Normally he would have sat on the defendant’s side, but this procedure was held by his lawyer against her, and the Brimley family in general, for the information she withheld at the time of questioning by the Police, several months earlier, when the whole Internet harassing case had come up.

Haley made sure to always walk right behind his daughter. As far as he knew, the guy could still be dangerous even if dressed fine and apparently good-looking. He didn’t look at him. Carly, on the other hand, returned his snarl with a glare. The man’s lawyer was a tall, thin, hard-faced woman. Eventually they all sat, but it only lasted a second: the bailiff announced the Judge’s entrance, and they all got to their feet.

Judge Carnaby was a small woman in every sense of the word. Short, petite bone structure... and yet Chris got the immediate sense that she did not want to play games with this woman. Despite Red’s assurances that she was a softy, she felt very nervous for herself and for her family.

The first parts of the trial got into motion... reading allowed George Harding’s crime of harassment... HER crime of false statement, etc. Before long though George was called up to the stand.

As he rose and fixed a look at the young teen, Christy leaned into her father for comfort and protection. Haley kept the girl close and stroke her hair soothingly, which made her relaxed almost unnoticeably. Her parents never took their eyes off George, though.

The man’s lawyer, Ms Cavanaugh, stood and remained behind her table as she questioned her own client. It went on for quite a while, as the whole thing was rehearsed for the Judge to hear it from George’s lips. “I never, ever threatened Christy with anything but my friendship,” he said. “It was she to make up excuses to avoid me, with the sole purpose to hurt me and deceive me. Her lack of manners and understanding is really hurtful.” He kept looking at the girl as he said that.

Unbidden tears sprang from Christy’s eyes, and she gave a little sob. It was all she could do to keep from arguing against that claim right then and there. As this was going on it was as if she had no sense of time, and while at the same time everything flew by, it seemed that things were in slow motion. After a long series of questions that made the perverted Mr Harding look more and more like a victim than a transgressor, it was at last time for Mr Calhoun – Red – to have a shot at him.

And have a shot at him he did, for he asked, quite out of the blue: “Did Alyssa Howard, Kim Sung, Jessica Forster, and Jenny Berkley show the same... ‘lack of manners and understanding’?”

At first the man blinked, then he took a deep breath and looked at his lawyer, who nodded. Haley frowned and exchanged looks with Carly.

“Well, they... yes, basically.”

“Oh I see. So let me get this straight: all these teens contact you and harass you. Right?”

George gulped. “I stick to what I was saying, she...”

“Did you ever say... well, type... the words ‘You better hope I don’t come get you, Chris’?”

He froze, and the Judge raised an eyebrow.

George paled slightly, as he realized that his foe had hired an exceedingly good lawyer. His hope had probably been that the girl wouldn’t keep logs of each and every chat, but she did. Still, he looked as though he was trying (quite desperately) to keep his cool.

“I... I surely don’t remember saying anything along those lines.”

“Well, I happen to have the whole chat logs here,” he pointed at a stack of papers in his hand, “and it does show you said that. Twice. Don’t you think that would be reason enough for a girl to feel scared and want to pull out of a... friendship... or whatever it is that you had?”

The man took another deep breath, then had to nod. “I guess.”

“Thanks. So we see how Christy’s behaviour has been a mere defence from what she saw as a threat – and rightfully so.” With that, he went back to his seat, giving Christy a small smile.

Christy had relaxed noticeably as Mr Calhoun had done his duty. While pleased that their daughter was at least no longer shaking, both Carly and Haley were worried that she was assuming things were okay now that they had gotten that miniature confession from the man.

Sure enough, things were far from over. Soon the Judge dismissed George Harding, and in an unnoticeably softer tone she summoned Christine Brimley up to the desk. Haley smiled and kissed the girl’s hair before gently pushing her off his lap.

Trembling, the teen did as she was bidden. After being sworn in, she stupidly looked down at George, who was grinning evilly at her. She turned her gaze toward father, pleading with him with her eyes for help and strength, although she knew there was nothing he could truly do for her.

Haley still looked back, and Carly did too, and they put on their best smiling, reassuring faces to try and make her feel safe. Red did his part too, as he kindly asked her the same questions Ms. Cavanaugh had asked George earlier, so that Chris could give her own version of the facts.

After a few minutes, he asked the one million dollar question: “Did you ever think George could be a serious threat to you, Chris?”

Chris shifted in her seat uncomfortably, although not because she had earned a spanking recently. In a quiet voice she responded, “Yes sir.... I did. I... he was putting personal stuff about me out online, true, but it was more than that. He also threatened me... even my family if I told anyone...” Her voice was small, weak and pinched, her toned muscles tensed nervously.

“I understand,” said Mr Calhoun. “So is that the reason why you pulled out?”

Chris nodded. “I thought my best chance was to just get away from this guy as completely as possible.”

Mr Calhoun nodded. “And that was a responsible thing to do. Thanks, Chris.”

As soon as he’d returned to his desk, Ms Cavanaugh stood and gave the girl a smile, albeit a cold one. “What is this... personal stuff you’re talking about, Christine?”

Chris’ lower lip trembled. She’d been told that she’d have to talk about this, but now that she was in this situation, her throat was swelling up tight. She took some shuddery breaths and looked at her father who nodded supportively. He didn’t like this any more than she did, though.

Finally, Chris squeaked out, “My... my spankings, ma’am.”

The word ‘spanking’ was so softly spoken that it was barely even audible to the Judge, and she was sitting right next to the girl.

“I beg your pardon, Christy?” said Ms. Cavanaugh, inflexible.

A few tears started to trickle down Chris’ face. “I said it was about my spankings, okay?” she said, this time much more loudly, and a bit vehemently.

Haley stiffened on his seat, and expected Ms. Cavanaugh to snap back at her, but the woman just smiled instead. “It sounds like that’s a hot spot, then. Well I’m sure George, here, didn’t bring the subject up. So it must have been you.”

“Oh please,” said Red, standing. “That’s intimidating.”

“I agree,” Judge Carnaby said. “If you have a question to ask, ask it, Ms. Cavanaugh.”

“Very well. So, Chris: was it you to bring that up?”

Chris blushed furiously, but finally nodded. “I... yes ma’am.” Her voice quivered as she spoke. “I had... ‘gotten it’ earlier in the day and I had just needed to complain about it. And I thought I could trust HIM,” she said, pointing at George who had just the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Ms. Cavanaugh nodded. “So you see how it wasn’t actually him to harass you, my girl. You’ve bestowed upon yourself something that suddenly you didn’t like anymore, and mistreated my client because of it. That’s all,” she told the Judge, who nodded, but instead of dismissing Christy, she turned to her. The girl was hanging her head.

“Chris... I’m wondering. Why didn’t you tell the Police that you never actually asked George to leave you alone?”

Christy looked up, stiffened, and wished that she could be swallowed up by the earth. “I... knew I would be spanked for the prank I’d pulled on him. I’d kinda hoped that if I would... make myself look more like a victim I wouldn’t get it as bad. I hadn’t thought my parents would go to the Police, and when I found out they were I was too scared to speak right away.” By this time tears were rolling down her cheeks steadily, and she would sniffle from time to time.

Judge Carnaby nodded. “It sounds like you were really just acting out of fear, Christy. However, you’re fifteen, and I am sure you realise that lying to the authorities is committing a crime called false statement. This doesn’t cancel the entity of what Mr Harding did and for which he’s already been convicted, but it doesn’t mean you were allowed to do what you did. Do we agree on this, Christy?” Haley and Carly looked on, tears almost stinging their own eyes as they heard the words.

The petite teen just nodded wordlessly, unable to even speak. Judge Carnaby nodded and dismissed her, so that she could return to her parents. The girl walked unsteadily back to the defendant’s side and found immediate comfort in her mother’s arms.

“Very well. Then the ruling of this court is against Christine Brimley, which is considered guilty of false statement. Given her age, and the circumstances, this court will fine the Brimley family, and present no new elements in the United States vs. George K. Harding harassment practice. The fine sums up to ten thousand dollars. It will also end on Christine’s permanent record. The underage drinking case from last year is already on file, and since Christy is a second-time offender, a third offence will probably lead to custody measures. That’s all. Dismissed.”

That said, Judge Carnaby stood and was about to leave, then gave the girl a small smile and said: “It’s just a long-winded way to say you’re safe now, but to watch it. I don’t want to see you here again, because it will be serious. Believe me, Chris, you don’t want to end up in juvenile prison.”

~*~

Chris had been extremely moody the entire rest of the afternoon. Her parents had given in and not insisted on the poor girl’s returning to school, and instead she just burrowed herself away in her room, feeling depressed and downright awful.

Finally, around four in the afternoon, the teen could no longer stand it. She slowly made her way downstairs to the living room, where her parents were sitting on the couch, her mother reading and her father working on his laptop.

They were glad to see that she’d decided to break her self-imposed isolation. Carly welcomed her on her lap, arms around Christy’s waist and keeping her close as the girl easily gave in.

“Finished moping?” Haley asked, more jokingly than reprovingly, and adding a small smile.

Nearly out of the blue Chris started to sob, heavy, hearty sobs. “I can’t stand it!” she cried softly on her mother’s shoulder. “I... I just can’t!”

Carly rubbed her back as Haley sighed, joining in with a hand. “Honey, we know... and yes it’s serious... nothing we didn’t expect though, right?”

Christy shook her head. “I... I hadn’t expected you guys to get fined... or, at least not so high. It isn’t right that you get punished like that. All I personally got was a mark on my record, and the only people who’ll ever see that will be the police!”

Haley moved Christy’s hair away from her face, where it was sticking. “Chris, don’t think you’re not being punished. You know what the Judge meant by the final statement: you could end up in jail next time, even if you’re a minor.”

“Yes,” said Carly, “don’t think you got off easy, sweetheart.”

“You were spanked twice, and now this,” Haley added. “The fine has repercussions on you too.”

“We’re going to have to tighten the budget, you know,” said Carly. “Also yours.”

Chris sobbed and looked at her caring parents through teary eyes. “I know... I know all that. I just... the budget thing... I don’t need that much. It doesn’t bother ME much. But you... it does and I... it’s eating me up inside.”

“Chris, I...” Haley started, but nothing came out.

A scene from last year replayed in his mind, when Chris had asked to be punished for some guilt that was ‘eating her up’... and he saw the seeds of this happening again now.

Carly smiled at the kid instead, and said: “Christy, you’re very caring to be concerned about the family. I wouldn’t like it, frankly, if you weren’t. But, let Dad and I deal with this thing, honey, because it *will* be alright...”

The girl blinked back tears of frustration. “I know it will be alright, but it’s still all my fault. I can’t... I just... “ She trailed off then gulped, looking at Haley. “I... I need you to... err... Daddy... you know...” She blushed and then looked away nervously.

Haley nodded, and this time, unlike the other, he wasn’t surprised. Carly was, though, and she frowned. “Honey, there’s no need for a spanking, if that’s what you’re implying...”

“... but I will do it anyway, if you ask me,” Haley continued, trying to catch his daughter’s eye. “Hand on the bare, and we seal this whole thing off. Sounds fair to you?”

Chris didn’t quite feel it enough, but she also knew arguing could lead to her not getting anything. “I guess,” she started, then carefully added, “but I feel like I deserve five times as much.”

“I understand, honey,” said Haley as he, quite out of the blue, took the girl’s wrist and pulled her gently across his lap, “but we’re not using implements, right?”

Carly nodded. “Chris, are you sure about this, though?” the woman asked, a look of concern in her eyes as Haley lifted the girl’s skirt to her waist, revealing plain yellow panties.

Chris wouldn’t deny that there was fear; there was always something to fear when it came to getting spanked, especially by her father. But she looked her mother in the eyes. “Mama, I... I need this, okay? Just... be here too?’ she asked softly. This was a family ordeal, and it just felt right that the whole family be there.

Her mother sighed. She didn’t feel all that well about the whole thing, but she was outnumbered, and besides, she knew the therapeutic value of spankings for Chris. So she nodded, stood, and sat on Haley’s other side. She grasped her daughter’s hands and rubbed them soothingly as Haley pulled down Christy’s underwear and rained down the first spanks.

The teen whimpered a bit, but truly barely felt the smacks that were falling on her upturned bottom. She was careful not to complain too much, for she was truly grateful for this spanking to begin with. Haley hated doing this as much as Carly was, but was more understanding of Christy’s needs, having been there before. He didn’t realise that she’d need a real spanking this time, though, so he kept up with light, fast smacks that pinked the girl’s bare bottom.

Then he rested his hand, and said, “Shall I go on, Chris?”

Chris nodded. “I... I really need this to last, Daddy,” she choked out against her own will.

The man sighed but nodded, and exchanged a look with his wife. Then he circled Christy’s waist with an arm, and pulled her panties further down her legs. “Okay then... I’m taking you up to that...” and he started spanking with renewed vigour.

Chris yelped with these much harder smacks that truly stung. Before she had barely even gotten a warm-up; these were true punishment-strength spanks. She yipped occasionally and her legs would twitch and kick a bit, but she tried to keep things as easy for her dad as she possibly could.

Haley noticed the effort, and silently praised it, but continued to spank relentlessly, painting his daughter’s backside a deeper shade of pink.

Carly kept holding Christy’s hands all along, and almost a minute into the ‘real’ spanking, she said: “It’s okay, Chris... doesn’t mean you can’t cry...”

With these words and the effects of her father’s palm, the tears of remorse and guilt started to come out in gasping sobs. There were no words for her to use, everything was put into her crying.

They affected Haley more than usual, because whereas during a ‘regular’ punishment spanking crying would be one of the signs that Christy was truly repentant and learning from it, now it only made him feel like this was unfair. He did remember the reasons, though, and those were definitely just. So he kept it up, reducing the strength a bit as he smacked her sit-spots in an irregular pattern.

The burning soon became intense and Chris’ legs soon began to flail a bit as the attention was put to her sit-spots. Finally she managed to cry out to her father and mother... and even to herself. “I’m sorry... please I’m sorry... didn’t mean toooooo!” she wailed desperately.

“We know, baby,” Carly cooed, still holding the girl’s hands for support, thus also restraining them just in case. As Haley spanked on, though, she thought that since this was supposed to be therapeutic, it might as well have been thorough. So she nodded to her husband, who got the message and spanked on, while she asked Chris: “What are you sorry about, honey?”

Chris sobbed and did her best to choke out an answer. “F-for everythiiiiing! L-lying and g-getting f-f-fined... and... getting revenge AGAINNNNN!” By this time she was wailing in discomfort, both with her own self and at the pain that was definitely growing in her nether regions.

Carly nodded at her daughter’s words, one hand always stroking her hair. “That’s right. Those are all things you have already been punished for, Chris, and very severely too. You realise that?” All the while, Haley had switched back to the girl’s full cheeks, now shining a glowing red.

Chris sobbed, but somehow her heart was starting to feel a little lighter. She wasn’t sure what it was that her mother had said that was helping, but she nodded the affirmative anyway. She couldn’t quite say the words, but hoped this would suffice.

“Good girl.”

That came from Haley, who still held the teenager’s waist in tow with his free arm while the other kept swinging. Christy’s bare bottom and sit-spots shone a bright blush by now, though far from actual marking, so Haley thought about stopping.

“So is this the end of it, Christine Marie?” he asked in a stern tone. “Can we count on your wanting to get over this and be POSITIVE about continuing your life?”

Chris nodded vigorously. “Yesss.... I promise Daddy... I promise...” she sobbed.

“Good,” said Carly. “We’ll remember you said that, sweetheart.”

And with that, Haley stopped the spanking and release his grip on Chris. At the same time, Carly left the girl’s hands and kept rubbing her hair. It took Christy some time of just lying there before she could even think about getting up. After quite some time she finally struggled up, and turned her tear-stained face to her father.

“I...” She threw her arms around him, taking in the familiar comfort. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered in-between sobs.

Haley felt his heart flood with warmth as she hugged him, and again wondered at how someone who’d just been spanked could still host such deep gratitude towards their punisher; having never been really spanked in his youth, he wouldn’t have a clue.

“You’re welcome, baby,” he whispered as he smoothed her skirt down to cover her well-spanked behind. “Do you feel okay?”

“Of course, not, silly,” she sniffled, but made sure her dad saw the small smile playing on her lips. He did, and shook his head at himself. “But really, Daddy... thank you. I... hated it...” here she ruefully rubbed at her skirt-covered bottom, “but I needed it. This was nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Christy was still crying softly and steadily, but looked up at her Dad with love-filled eyes, and all she saw there was equal love and understanding. He cradled her in his arms for a few minutes, until her crying had died down a little. Carly never left either, smiling at her two most beloved people.

“Anyone wants dinner?” she asked after a little while.

“Or you can just go to bed if you want, honey,” Haley said, breaking the hug and adjusting his daughter’s hair.

Christy sighed. She wasn’t starved, and sort of wanted to nurse her sore behind, but she also hadn’t eaten since that morning, having refused lunch when she was sulking in her room. For some reason she was just in the mood for something sweet, though.

“I don’t suppose we could do waffles?” she asked hesitantly in a little voice, knowing how much time they took to make properly... not to mention her mother’s sweets-are-only-for-breakfast policy.

“Well...” Haley started, but Carly stepped in before he could say any more.

“Nonsense. Of course we can. Won’t be the best in the world, but... give me a few minutes while you take a shower. Syrup or chocolate?”

Chris grinned a thankful smile. “Syrup... and thanks, Mama,” she replied. She got up from her perch and gave her mother a tight hug. “I... think I’ll take you up on the offer for a shower.”

With one fleeting glance over her shoulder she drifted towards the stairwell, smiling. It was ironic that she was feeling better this time she was on the stairs, sore bottom and all, than she was when she came down originally.

~*~

That dinner made of waffles and syrup, with liberal amounts of cider and Dr. Pepper, flowed smoothly and happily. Every time that Chris, despite the pillow, winced on the chair there would be a moment’s awkward silence, and both parents would look at her sympathetically. The girl herself evidently carried the conversation onto other topics, though, so it didn’t matter much.

When it was over, and dishes were being carried into the kitchen, the phone rang. Christy, well on her way to the living room and the TV already, picked up.

There were several moments of deadly silence, and Carly and Haley exchanged worried glances; surely things were completely resolved, and Chris wasn’t holding anything away from them. Slowly there was soft conversation on Chris’ end, and eventually she hung up the phone, and then let out a blood-curdling scream.

“CHRIS!” Her parents both rushed to the desk where the phone sat, and found her wide-eyed and panting. “Chris, what’s up??” Haley asked.

“I... they.... it....” Chris was stuttering, completely in shock.

Carly got an arm around the girl’s shaking frame and gently steered her back toward the living room, and eased her onto the sofa.

“Mom... Dad... that... that was the dance company that watched Kiss Me Kate last summer and said they liked my performance. They... they want me in New York in two weeks for an audition. They... they might want me for their dance school!”

There was silence for several minutes before anyone said anything again – and when they did, Carly flung her arms around the girl’s neck and emitted a high-pitched shriek. Haley was silent and dumbfounded instead, but the hug he gave Chris wasn’t any less smothering.

Chris looked up at her parents, thrilled, but expectantly. They had never really given the school any consideration. And now with the lower budget... she bit her lip. “Am... am I going to be able to go?” she asked quietly, and nervously.

Haley and Carly looked at each other, not really knowing what the other was thinking, but somehow imagining each other’s reaction to that.

“I... an audition never hurt anyone...” said Haley.

“Chris, though, you may be not accepted, and things may not go as you wish, and...” said Carly, but then added: “Oh heck of course you can go. Call Aunt Faith.”

Chris beamed and hugged them both tightly once more, then happily scampered off to call her aunt in New York, about a prospective new future.

– 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.