Fourteen-year-old Christy hesitantly opened the kitchen door, knowing her father was home since his car was in the garage. She was extremely nervous, considering the piece of paper that she held in her hand. It was a letter from her favorite teacher, Mrs. Davis, regarding the verbal fight she had gotten into earlier that afternoon. It also contained something to the fact that Christy had told the instructor to “bug off” when she tried to break it up. For the millionth time the young teen considered forging her father’s signature, but she figures that it would be just her luck that he would find out one way or another, and she knew it would be much worse for her if he found out that way.

Slowly she made her way through the house until she reached her father’s study. She took a deep breath, then lightly rapped on the closed door. “Daddy?” she asked.

Haley, her father, was working on the computer when he heard her knocking on the door. He couldn’t help but wonder what had taken her so long in getting home.

“Come in… hi honey,” he said, smiling as he saw her enter.

Christy tried to smile in return, but she didn’t quite manage. She fidgeted a bit, unable to make eye contact, but finally she managed to get out what she needed to tell him. “Uh, Daddy… well… I have something for you.” Slowly she reached out the hand that clasped the letter.

Haley was quite taken aback by being called ‘Daddy’: Christy only called him that when she was troubled. Upon seeing the letter his suspicions were confirmed. As he took it from her shaking hand he asked: “What’s this Chris?”

Christy fumbled with her words, trying to come up with a good way to tell her father, but nothing came. Finally she decided to just tell him bluntly. “I, well… I mean, that is… I kinda got in trouble today, Daddy.”

For the first time Haley looked at the note closely, and noticed it was from the school. He read it throughout, and looked back at his daughter. “Christy, is this true?” he asked. She simply nodded, her voice failing her, as a couple of tears fell down her cheek.

Haley folded the note, and looked at Christy. “Why did you do this?” he inquired in an expressionless voice.

The young girl waited a moment before going into her explanation. “You know those girls who have been giving me trouble at school?” she asked. “Well, today in the hall, Molly started in on me again. Daddy, I just HAD it! I tried to be calm at first, but she made fun of me for that even, and I was so sick of it that my temper finally got the best of me. To be honest, if Mrs. Davis hadn’t come when she did, it could have been worse... but at the time I didn’t care... all I knew was that I had to defend myself, to prove I wasn’t some worthless baby. And Mrs. Davis was interrupting me when I had finally gotten the guts to stand up for myself! I’m not sorry for the fight with Molly at all, even if I said some stuff you probably wouldn’t approve of.”

That last little bit she included just because she wasn’t sure just how much was mentioned in the note, and she figured it was better to be up front about things. She wasn’t quite finished, though. “I am sorry about snapping at Mrs. Davis, but Molly had it coming. She deserves more than the letter she got. She won’t even get punished! I know her parents, they let her get away with anything.”

Haley sat down in a chair, trying to make sense of his daughter’s onslaught of words. “Okay, easy now, calm down,” he said. “First of all, yes, it’s okay to defend yourself verbally when someone attacks you, but what did you say exactly?” He asked this last thing even though it was in the note already; he just wanted her honesty. He continued, however, “And most of all, you know so much better than snapping at teachers! That’s something you can afford yourself with this Molly-someone, but with a teacher? Chris, that was very, very wrong.”

Christy gave a slight sob. “I know it was wrong, Daddy, especially with Mrs. Davis. You know how much I love her.”

The teen’s face reddened when she thought about all the things she had said to the bully. “As to what I said to Molly,” she continued, taking another deep breath which ended in a small sob, “I called her a lot of bad names.. stuff that I know better than to stay. Stuff like b*tch and wh*re, and well, just about any other bad word I could come up with. I’d just HAD it with her! I wasn’t thinking straight; all I could see was red, and I was fighting to keep from actually hitting her.”

Secretly, Christy was actually proud of herself for just verbally fighting, but she knew that that wasn’t an issue. “Even when I ran out of bad names on their own, I used a lot of bad language. Please believe me… I’m so, so sorry!” The tears were streaming down her pretty face steadily by this time.

Haley looked at his daughter. He was very disappointed in hearing that there were some ‘evil’ people picking on her, but he was also disappointed that she had little or no ability to ‘turn a blind eye’ and resist provoking.

“Christine Marie,” he said, addressing her by her full name, “look at me. You were good if you restrained yourself from hitting her; that would have put you in a lot of trouble with the school and me. But you are in a lot of trouble anyway, even though I see that you’re sorry.” He wiped a tear away from her cheek, and then took her hands in his own. “You’re still in for a thorough punishment this afternoon. I’m going to give you a good spanking for snapping back at Mrs. Davis; a mouth-soaping for using such unacceptable language, and you’re going to copy this very letter ten times. You will also write two letters of your own: an apology to Mrs. Davis, and one to Molly’s family. Is that understood, young lady?” he said in a firm tone.

Christy grimaced slightly, but she could not deny that it was anything she didn’t deserve. In fact, she was surprised she wasn’t also being spanked for the fight with Molly, although she was sure the one would more than make up for it. Finally, she just nodded her head to show her understanding of the punishment.

“Very good,” Haley said, looking straight into his daughter’s eyes. He smiled and kissed her forehead. “I love you, Chris, but this behaviour is really not acceptable. I hate to have to punish you so thoroughly, and I can tell you it’s not going to be easy for you… but I hope to teach you that you need to respect other people even when it’s a tense situation, especially that, okay?”

Christy gave a very shuddery sob, even though she was determined to take this. “I know, Daddy,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry I let you down…”

“But you didn’t, little one, I don’t love you any less for this,” Haley repeated. “But now be good and take off your jeans and jacket and go to that corner… I’ll be back in a minute, okay?”

She just barely squeaked out a pathetic ‘yes sir,’ and then began slowly but promptly remove her faded jeans and navy and white school jacket. As she stood with her nose in the corner, she couldn’t help but wonder what her father was going to go and get for this. All the possibilities ran through her mind over and over while she waited anxiously... memories of wooden and leathery instruments being used on her bottom ever since she could remember... scary memories... She shuddered.

Haley had exited the room the second his daughter had started to undress, and had walked upstairs, thinking about what he should get as well. He went through Christy’s room, where her thin paddle with the My Little Pony drawings on it lay on her dresser. He though it fitting for this kind of punishment, so he picked it up and carried it back downstairs with him.

Once he was back in his study he set the paddle on his desk and instructed: “Chris, please turn around and come here.” Christy slowly turned. She gave an audible sob at the sight of the paddle, although it was certainly no more than she had expected. At least it wasn’t the strap, or the big paddle. With head hanging, she made her way over to her father.

Haley sat on the chair in front of his desk, and gathered his daughter in his arms. “Now, I’m going to give you a hard spanking for your disgraceful behaviour towards your teacher, do you understand, missy?” he asked.

“Yes Daddy,” she whispered. She relished her father taking a moment to cuddle her before actually doing his duty. In a way though, she was glad of the spanking. She really did love Mrs. Davis, and hated herself for saying what she had, or at least where the teacher could hear her. Still, it didn’t mean that she would like what was ahead of her.

“That’s a good girl,” Haley praised. He was sure Christy had learned her lesson already, but he knew there was no true repentance without a proper, unpleasant punishment, which was the hard part for both himself and his daughter. He hugged her a bit more, then let go of her and had her stand in front of him. He took her panties all the way down to her knees, and said: “Climb over my lap, please.”

Christy’s face was red with embarrassment until she was able to finally climb over her father’s knees. In no time at all she was in the proper position. Haley adjusted her small body until he had a clear shot at her derriere, then lost no time in raising his hand and SMACKing down pretty hard across both of her cheeks. Christy didn’t want to seem like too much of a baby, but she couldn’t help but whimper at the sting.

Keeping her body still, Haley kept smacking all over her buttocks in a steady pace… whack whack whack whack whack. It didn’t take Christy long to start crying steadily. She vowed to herself to not yell out during that part of the punishment, but it didn’t keep her from yelping at every slap or wriggling a bit. Haley made sure that that first part of her spanking was quite hard enough nonetheless, and smacked away, about thirty whacks or so, until her cheeks were painted in a bright pink hue. Then, he finally stopped.

“Christine, that was for losing your temper and fighting with Molly in general,” he explained. Then he picked up the paddle from the desk and placed it on her bottom. Christy tensed just a bit at the touch of the paddle, but she was determined not to beg… or at least not before it really started to hurt!

“And this,” Haley added as he raised the paddle, “is for being so very disrespectful to Mrs. Davis.” SMACK! WHACK! He then started paddling Christy’s bare bottom with hearty whacks.

“Owie!” Christy cried. The pain always shocked her, no matter how many (unfortunate) times she had found herself in that position. All she could think of besides the pain was the hurt expression on Mrs. Davis’ face earlier that day however, so she just squeezed her eyes shut and tried her hardest to bear it.

Though Haley could tell she was very, very sorry already, he meant to make this an exemplary punishment, and so he brought the paddle all the way down to her sit-spot and thighs, keeping her in place by circling an arm around her small waist.

“You are – whack – so much better – whack – than that – whack – Christy!” he lectured.

The word’s stung her almost as much as the paddle did, and left her sobbing. “I know, DADDY I knoooooow!”

“Remember – whack! – I love you very much – whack! whack! – and I don’t – whack! – want to EVER – whack! – hear of anything like this – whack! – happening again!” whack! whack! whack!

The pain was building and she just barely choked out the words “It won’t! Daddy I prooomise!”

Somehow she kept her hands in front of her, although it was getting increasingly more difficult. Haley kept up the paddling until her bottom was a dark pink, and then, when about thirty hard smacks had been delivered, he stopped, and placed the paddle back on the desk.

“This first part is over, Christine, but don’t think even for a second that you’re off the hook…” he said, rubbing her back through her shirt. Finally he said, “You may stand as you wish.”

Christy kept taking shuddery breaths until finally between the abating sting and her father’s gentle rubbing she could breathe a little more normally. Finally she got up, her hands flying back to her bottom to rub. Haley couldn’t help but feel sorry for her because he knew how much a paddling hurts, and he loved her a lot, but this was necessary. He stood himself, and took the paddle again.

“C’mon, up to the bathroom,” he said matter-of-factly, pointing at the door.

The young teen began crying harder with this. With the paddling, she truly felt sorry for what she had done to deserve it. But there wasn’t too much remorse for what she had said to Molly. True, she felt bad about letting both her father and Mrs. Davis down, but in her mind, Molly had deserved the words. Chris didn’t dare let Haley know that, though, so she carefully masked her feelings and nodded. Slowly she made her way out of her room and across the hall to the bathroom.

Haley followed her upstairs, noticing her bottom was definitely quite red after the paddling. He sighed, hoping he wouldn’t have to do any more spanking than what he had planned already. Entering the bathroom, he started wetting a washcloth while he handed his daughter the bar of soap.

“Put this in your mouth for two minutes, Christine.”

She blanched, unable to help herself. “Two?” she begged, even though she knew it was futile.

Sighing, Haley cast her a side look. “Shall we make it four?”

“No!” she cried. “I’m sorry…” she took the soap, giving it a detestable look that under different circumstances would have been quite humorous, and then quickly stuck it in her mouth, grimacing at the bitter, yet sharp taste.

“That’s more like it,” Haley said as he kept preparing the washcloth. When it was ready, he waited until the two minutes were up, then took the soap from her mouth. “Okay, over here, hon.”

Christy breathed a sigh of relief, glad to get the bar out of her mouth, but she knew it was about to be followed up by something even worse. Finally, after taking a deep breath, she made her way over to her father. He pressed the soaped and soaked cloth to her lips, and motioned for her to open up. She closed her eyes as tight as possible, and slowly she opened up, not at all looking forward to the following minutes.

Knowing it had to be done, Haley stuffed the washcloth inside and scrubbed with energy all over Christy’s tongue and the roof of her mouth, then on the sides and against her teeth. He made sure there was a lot of foam and that every inch was scrubbed upon several times. He kept her head still by pressing his free hand against her neck, like drawing her to him, fighting whatever little resistance she was posing. Even with being held still, Christy still managed to splutter and gag through her tears. Still, she was careful to keep her mouth open, only able to guess how bad things would be if she closed on him.

Haley kept doing what he was for more or less two minutes, knowing it must seem like an awfully long time to Chris. When he noticed she had resumed crying and was whimpering more and more from the mouth-washing, he guessed she’d had enough, and withdrew the cloth. “Rinse, little one,” he said with a small peck to her forehead.

Christy appreciated the small token of affection from him, but she didn’t dally in running the water, filling the glass and rinsing repeatedly. Finally it seemed like the taste was about as diluted as it would get, so she quit. When the water was off and the cup back in place she turned toward Haley, looking at her feet.

He sighed, seeing she was a very, very sorry young girl indeed, but he knew he had to make this really memorable, and so… “Christy, please come here,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bathtub, again grabbing the bar of soap. “Keep this between your teeth and bend across my lap,” he instructed.

Taken by surprise Chris stuttered, “B-but I thought… I mean… y-you said one spanking.. A-and I just rinsed…” With that she began crying yet again.

“I’m sorry Christy… can you even imagine the amount of trash coming out of your mouth today, hmmm?” he said, holding her hands. “You never said so many bad words in your entire life. Mrs. Davis was very upset upon hearing them, as she clearly states in the letter.”

Chris looked at him in shock and hurt. “She was?” she asked, totally angry with herself for having let her favorite teacher down.

“Yes, Christy, she was. She said she would never expect that, not from you. She knows it was just an accident, and she pointed out that you are still her favourite student and loves you very much,” he said, looking into Chris’ eyes, “but if you want to know, it was she who suggested a thorough mouth-washing, and I concur. Do you understand and agree you deserve it?”

By now Christy was just sobbing helplessly. She felt such an onslaught of emotions… guilt, embarrassment, a little hurt that Mrs. Davis would want her to suffer such a thorough punishment, but she also knew deep down that her teacher was right about her deserving this. She wiped her eyes and sobbed a small ‘yes sir.’

“That’s my girl,” Haley said, smiling a little. “Come on,” and he gently pushed the soap bar back into her mouth, then beckoned for her to bend back over his knees.

Whimpering, she did as she was told, just thinking that she was doing this to make her Dad, but especially Mrs. Davis proud of her again.

“Keep this in mind, jewel,” Haley said, “I’ll always love you, okay? No matter what mistakes you do…” he grabbed a small, light blue, five-inch long hairbrush made of transparent plastic as he spoke “… or how you behave. I love you and will correct you as I see fit.” And with that he raised the hairbrush and started spanking her with many mild smacks all over her cheeks.

Unable to contain herself, she squealed “Noooo… Daddy…” while consequently spitting out the soap. She knew she deserved every bit of it, and felt bad for begging, but even those mild spanks stung a good deal on her already heated bottom.

“The soap in your mouth, Christine!” Haley said sternly, waiting until she had replaced it. “Drop it again and we start over, okay?” whack! whack! whack! whack!

Christy cried hard, thoroughly angry at herself for giving in so easily for such a technically mild spanking. She spluttered and gagged as she tried to yelp around the soap with each hearty smack. Haley wasted no time and tried to keep this part as short as possible, but he still lay into her bottom with the hairbrush, spanking her sit-spot good and hard, making it really red now. He stopped before there was any sign of bruising, but it was only very short of that. Christy barely even noticed when he was finally through spanking her throbbing derriere, but just lay there sobbing and choking on the detestable soap.

After finishing, Haley finally lay the brush back on the vanity and helped Chris up. He pulled the soap bar out of her mouth, then hugged her very tight. “I’m sorry I had to be tough on you but you know you deserved every bit of it, don’t you?” he spoke soothingly in her ear, rubbing her back.

She didn’t trust herself to speak, so she simply nodded instead, hugging him as hard as she could. Finally she was able to whisper: “I’m so sorry, Daddy… I really am, I’m so, so sorry...”

“Shh, shh, there there...the spanking part is over…” he whispered. “I know you’re sorry, and I love you so very much Chris… don’t do that again, please. And not just because you’re scared of a repeat of today’s punishment. You know it was wrong, right?” he spoke as he kept rubbing her back and hair.

“I won’t,” she said, still clutching him. “I’m so embarrassed about what I did today anyway. I know it was wrong… and I am so sorry.”

“Then I trust you won’t do it again, that’s good,” Haley said. “You’re a very good girl, honey, very good, you just need a hand here and there.” After several minutes of more hugging he detached from her, and stood from the bathtub ledge. “Why don’t you refresh a bit and then meet me back in my study, hmm? There’s still something we need to do, you know.”

Christy sighed, having forgotten for a while that she still had to do this last part, but she nodded. Once Haley had left she ran the cold water and splashed it on her hot, tear-stained face, and then rinsed her mouth a couple of times. True, she hadn’t been told she could, but then again, she hadn’t been told she couldn’t either. Finally she went downstairs and entered her father’s study. After waiting for her several minutes, Haley saw her coming in, still bare from the waist down, still wiping some tears out of her sore eyes, all puffy from crying. He held her in his arms for a second before leading her back to the front of his desk and placing a wooden chair before it. He prepared several sheets of paper and a pen, and the envelope from the school.

“Now, Christy: copy this letter ten times in very good calligraphy, okay? It’s not more than 200 words; it should not take you long.”

She sighed, but nodded. She looked at the hard chair, then back at him, her eyes pleading with him... but Haley remained silent and shook his head. “No panties and no pillow. You know the drill, Chris, you’ve been there before,” he said, arching his eyebrows and resisting her puppy-dog eyes.

She sighed yet again, but slowly eased herself onto the hard chair, yelping slightly upon contact, and could just barely keep still as she took the pen in her hand and copied the letter over and over again. It was dull work, but at least it wasn’t painful per se – the painful part was sitting on the hard wood, which was making her feel each and every one of the small welts rising in the burning flesh of her well-spanked derriere. The last two letters weren’t the neatest job in the world, but her arm and hand were getting sore. The words were forever drilled in her brain though. She hadn’t had any idea just how much she had let Mrs. Davis down, and she was sniffling by the time she was done.

As she worked, Haley sat on the chair opposite her, doing his own paper work and watching her write and occasionally wince and shift form side to side. He noticed her tears and knew the were only partly because of the humiliation and the almost-bruised backside; he knew she must be feeling really bad about what she had done. It broke his heart since he loved her so much, but he knew it would also be a good deterrent for keeping her from future misbehaviour.

When she was finished, he inspected the letters, and kissed the top of her head. “That’s good, honey. Now write the letter of apology to Mrs. Davis, and the one to Molly… since you’ve been very good and did not make any fuss, you can put your panties on and write these standing up, or in your room on your bed, if you prefer, how does that sound, hmm?”

Christy was thankful. “It sounds really good.” She gave him a tender smile, then got up, put on her underwear, and gathered the stuff to take up to her room. How she would find it in her heart to write an apology to Molly was beyond her, until she came up with her plan. She would just apologize for the names… not for the meaning! It seemed like a good compromise, since it really was true. No way she was going to take it all back, ha!

Finally she got it, as well as the even more difficult letter to Mrs. Davis done. Some time later, Haley walked into her room and took a quick glance at the letters, and found them to be more than satisfying. “You have been good, Christy. It’s all over now, and you’re forgiven. Do you feel a little better?… apart from your bummy, that is,” he added with a good-hearted wink.

Chris gave a half-hearted smile. “Yeah. I just wish it didn’t have to hurt so much to feel better!”

– 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.