The Broadway premiere of the musical Metropolis, by Joe Brooks and Dusty Hughes, was to take place in the April of 2006. The New York Modern Dance Company, that Christy Brimley was a part of, would supply a number of young performers from its courses to play on-stage extras. Needless to say, Christy was more than looking forward to being one of those, and had eagerly taken part in the auditions earlier that year. It wasn’t until the end of March that the Academy made it known to their students who would be in and who would not.

It was a Friday afternoon, at the end of the two-hour workout period, when Chris’ instructor, Madame Guettard, silenced the group as they were just starting to pack up their things.

“Before you leave,” she announced in her rather shrill, shaky voice, “be sure to check the cast list posted at the auditorium doorway. Good luck to all of you!”

Christy’s heart immediately started pounding with anxious anticipation. It had taken the directors a lot longer to post cast lists than she would have ever expected, and now that it was time she almost wished it hadn’t come.

She took her time packing her bag with her dance shoes, letting everyone else in the class race out and have to jump in the air to simply get a glimpse at the list over everyone else’s heads. By the time she had made her way to the main auditorium entrance, there were only a few of her fellow dancers still hanging around.

Biting her lower lip, she glanced at the yellow paper sheet and skimmed through it quickly. Andersen, Andrews, Ashton, Ball, Benson, Black… Brimley! Christy literally squealed, hopping up and down on the spot and clapping her hands like a five-year-old.

“I’m in! I’m in! I’m innnnnn!” she yelled, for no one to hear but the rather uninterested kids that were still there but had not been accepted.

She collected her bag from the ground and danced all the way back to the locker rooms. She took a very quick shower and even more quickly got changed, then got out her cell phone as she sprinted toward the exit to call home.

At home, Aunt Faith was reviewing files for the following morning when the house phone rang. Irritated at being interrupted, she got up from her desk and made her way to the kitchen. She had no sooner gotten out a simple “Hello?” when she was treated to an earful of squealing teenager.

“AUNT FAITH!!!!” Chris chirped. “Guess WHAT!”

Faith smiled slightly and shook her head. “Hmm… I don’t know… you’re behaving like a loud obnoxious child?”

Chris rolled her eyes. “I made it! I made it in the Broadway musical! I’m in Metropolis!”

Aunt Faith’s smile broadened. “Way to go, Chris! That’s awesome. Did you jus…”

“They just told us!” Chris interrupted again. “Where’s Mom and Dad? Can I tell ‘em? Hey let me talk to Tina!”

“They’re all out, honey. I’ll tell them if you want…”

“Nooooo, I will! Do not say a word! Be home in a sec!”

“Okay, but…”

But by then Chris had already hung up, leaving Faith shaking her head once again. The woman muttered “teens” under her breath before going back to work.

It wasn’t until that evening that everyone was home. Chris somehow managed to keep things to herself until dinner, wanting to make it a surprise for everyone, Faith of course not included. Once the cat was out of the bag, Haley and Carly jumped up, smothering their daughter in congratulatory hugs and kisses. Tina gave her a small smile and a thumbs-up sign, but seemed slightly aloof. Still, it went over Christy’s head as she took in all the compliments from the rest of her family.

But that night, as the girls were getting ready for bed, Christy’s brow furrowed as she saw that Tina wasn’t at all talkative.

“You alright, Tin?” she asked as she grabbed Cocoa the stuffed moose and got into bed.

The seventeen-year-old shrugged. “I’m okay. Why are you asking?”

“Nothing, just… you look kind of off. Is there anything bothering you?”

Tina sighed and sat down on her bed, hugging her knees. “It’s… it’s nothing, really. Just… nah, I’m fine, honest.”

Chris looked over at her with a look that clearly said ‘I don’t believe one word you’re saying.’

“No, Tin, what is it? Something is up. We’re sisters, we tell each other things, right?”

Tina bit her lip, looking down at her blue socked feet. “It’s just… the audition thing. I’m never gonna see you, now. You’re hardly ever home as it is, what with the Academy, and your boyfriend and everything. Now you’re not gonna have any time for us…” This said, she buried her face in her knees.

“Aww…” Chris immediately leaped up from her bed and knelt in front of Tina’s. “But you’ll see, I’m going to be around, and…” But she couldn’t really find the words to reassure her, because it was true to a degree that she would be around even less now. “Are… aren’t you happy for me, though? I mean, this is important for me.”

“Of course I’m happy, you silly!” Tina looked up, slightly hurt, and Chris could see a few tears already streak the fair skin of her cheeks. “Just… I don’t suppose I’ll even be able to come and see you during rehearsals, huh?”

Christy sighed. “I won’t really know for sure until tomorrow, which is the first rehearsal, but I would imagine they had pretty strict rules about people viewing the show before it’s actually produced. I’m so sorry, Tin…” Chris said, her own throat constricted. “But it’s not forever, you’ll see.”

With that, Chris reached up and pulled Tina into the tightest of sisterly hugs possible.

“I’ll always love you, and will make time for us, k?”

At first Tina let herself be smothered in Christy’s arms and let go, sobbing softly on her shoulder. Then she nodded, still sniffling, and tried to crack a smile.

“O-okay… I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a downer.”

“It’s okay. We’ll still walk to and from school everyday, right? And watch a show in the evening eating junk food, and all that.”

Tina did give a small smile now, and nodded her head more convincingly. “Okay… but if there is a chance to sneak backstage, promise you’ll let me know?”

Chris giggled, and then nodded solemnly. “Cross my heart, hope to die.”

~*~

A week later, Chris was approaching at her fifth rehearsal for the show. Already things were interesting and challenging, and the young teen relished every second. She had been cast as the ‘mother’ of the cast’s youngest member, Allie Rosenberg. The seven-year-old blond had taken an immediate shine to Christy, which was quite reciprocal for the teen. The two spent a lot of time both on and off the set together, with Chris keeping an eye on her charge. The Rosenbergs had been pleased to know that there was someone older keeping an eye out for their little girl, and had placed a large amount of trust in Chris. That sometimes worried Haley and Carly, but Christy did take her new ‘responsibility’ quite seriously, and she and Allie had a good time all around…

… And if it wasn’t for Walter Pierce, it’d be even better. He scared the living daylights out of them. In the show, Christy’s and Allie’s characters were two of the hundreds of workers enslaved by the ruler of the last city on Earth. Groat, Walter’s character, was the workers’ foreman, a man almost seven feet tall who carried a big, long, snakelike whip that he would crack against the floor threateningly, making Chris shiver due to her fear of leather, and belts and straps in particular. And every time Groat would do his thing, Allie would cling to her ‘mother’ in what Christy suspected was more than just a facade.

Rehearsals went by one after one rather smoothly. It was the fifth straight day of rehearsal when Haley was dropping Chris off for an evening practice. There had been a little tension in the car on the way there, although Christy hadn’t really picked up on it too much.

To her surprise, when Haley pulled aside in front of the backstage entrance he put the car in park and got out with her. Grabbing her bag from the back seat she sent a curious look in his direction before finally making her way to the door.

“I can go by myself, ya know,” she said, a tinge of exasperation coming through in her tone.

Haley frowned. “Yes, Christine, I do know.” Christy stopped in her tracks: to hear her full name always made her freeze. “I just wanted to remind you to please come home right after rehearsal. Your room is a mess, the turtle needs to be fed, and dishes are still in the sink. Okay?”

Christy gave a generous eye roll and sighed frustratedly. “Daddyyyy… I know, alright? Chill. It’s no big deal.”

“Christine Marie, it will be a big deal if your chores aren’t done by tonight,” Haley insisted. “And I suggest you drop the attitude you’ve been having to you this last couple of days, if you don’t want a spanking after you’re done.”

Christy looked around frantically, her face turning beet red. “Daddy!” she hissed. “Somebody could hear…”

“Nonsense,” said Haley. “There’s no one here. I will see you immediately after rehearsal, Chris.” He reached over and gave his daughter’s hand an affectionate squeeze before turning and making his way back to the family’s car.

Still blushing furiously, Chris entered the backstage door, only to run straight into a tiny form huddling in the shadows. Christy just barely managed to keep from falling, herself, and could hardly believe her ears when she heard a small whine coming from the floor.

“ALLIE?!” Chris screeched, completely embarrassed.

The small bundle that was the child slowly stood. “H-hey, Chris,” she whispered.

Chris quickly closed the door and steered the little girl away toward the changing rooms, Allie hopping behind the older girl to keep up. As soon as they were inside, Christy turned to face her young charge.

“Alexandra Elizabeth Rosenberg,” she said. “What all did you hear?”

Allie crossed her hands behind her back—almost hugging her small bottom, it seemed to Chris—and hung her head.

“Nothing… I didn’t hear nothing…” Then her voice got down to a whisper as she said, “but I think you’re in twouble…”

Christy closed her eyes shut and ran fingers through her hair. “Oh my God. Allie… you know, my father was… he was kidding. It’s a joke, you know?” But even as she said that, she realized how stupid it must have sounded, even to a seven-year-old.

“O-okay,” said Allie, who then timidly looked up at Chris. “So you won’t really get it?”

Christy sighed and shook her head. “Look, I don’t know.”

The next several seconds were silent and embarrassing, both girls trying to avoid each other’s gaze, looking around, twisting the hems of their T-shirts. At last Christy knelt in front of Allie and took a tiny hand into her own.

“Look, kiddo. It really isn’t anything all that bad. My dad isn’t abusive or anything. ‘K?”

Allie bit her lower lip for a moment, but quickly nodded. There were a few more awkward seconds of silence before the small, sweet voice of the seven-year-old spoke up.

“You’re kinda lucky, ya know that?” she asked, before blushing several shades of red. Chris just stood in shock, trying to read what was going on in her stage-daughter’s mind.

“Yeah… I guess I am… but… why would you say that?” she asked kindly, doing her best not to make the little girl feel like she was under attack.

Allie shook her head, refusing to make eye contact with who she saw as a young woman. Chris smiled kindly and rubbed her back. “Hey… it’s okay, really. It’s just us. But if you really don’t want to say…”

“I… I was never spanked and I wanna be spanked!” the youngster finally blurted out before burying her face in her hands.

Christy’s eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets. She broke the hug and looked at Allie, her eyebrows raised.

“Y-you what…?” she asked. The kid just gave a tiny nod, keeping her face hidden. Christy took a deep breath. “B-but… I mean, why?”

“Dunno…” said Allie. Chris didn’t reply, sure that more would come. “I just… always kinda wanted to know what it’s like… and…”

Christy leaned in closer again. “It’s okay… go ahead.”

“And…” It was Allie’s turn to take a deep breath. “And I’m very naughty, you know? I screw up… so much… but my parents, they…” And here she broke off, shaking her head sadly.

Christy blinked before realizing that what the kid was saying did somehow make sense. “Okay…” she said, not a little condescendingly. “And, did you bring this up at home?”

Allie sighed and nodded slightly, blond curls bouncing. “Y-yeah… lots of times… but… but they just don’t get it! They won’t do anything about it!” she whined.

“But what is it that you do that’s so bad?” Christy asked, quite incredulously. Allie was such a sweetheart; she couldn’t imagine any major wrongdoing on her part.

“I… talk back. I know I shouldn’t, but I do… I tell lies sometimes… throw tantrums and they just do nothing… and…” Here her voice faltered, “I even say bad bad bad words, sometimes…”

Chris shook her head, partly amused that Allie would consider ‘saying bad bad bad words’ her worst offense. But the other things, even if not too bad, would have definitely warranted Christy at least a sound spanking at Allie’s age, if not a mouth washing too. She had always had such a firm upbringing, could never get away with stepping out of line. And here was this sweet kid who obviously saw the use of such ministrations and her parents didn’t even get it. The teen reached down and brushed the wayward strands of hair from Allie’s face, hooking them behind her ears.

“I agree with you…” she finally said, biting her own lower lip. “I wish there was something I could do to help, but really, I’m in no position to do anything about it, sweetie.”

“But… but… you… you’re practically an adult and…”

Chris sighed and shook her head. “Kiddo, I wish I could. I really do. But I can’t. I’m not an adult, I’m still spanked, myself… as you know well, now. It isn’t my place. Do you understand?”

Allie shrugged. “Sorta… I guess…”

Christy sighed once more. She knew the little actress wasn’t really getting where she was coming from, but she remained firm.

“Rehearsal is going to be starting in just a few minutes. Don’t want to be late, now do we?” she asked with a smile, trying to add a little levity.

The child nodded rather despondently, and the two walked into the auditorium hand in hand.

~*~

Christy got so involved with the rehearsal that she forgot all about the chat with Allie for a few hours. But by the time she’d gotten back home, the little girl’s words came back to her mind, making her muse to herself. The moment she stepped inside, and saw by the look on her father’s face that Haley meant business, she busied herself with the house chores just so she’d avoid a panties-down acquaintance of the hairbrush with her bare bottom that surely would be coming. That wouldn’t be a good way to wrap up the day.

But the thought of Allie never really left her. She got more than a few side looks from Tina, that evening, for not being her cheerful self while watching TV. Even in the morning, when getting up and ready for school, her mind kept drifting back to the young girl. Christy had always taken discipline for granted, and she couldn’t quite imagine how the life of a kid would be without knowing that misbehavior would be met with consequences. She would think Allie would be glad to not be subject to discipline, and yet somehow it did make sense that she’d be looking for it. It just wasn’t her place to do anything about it—Chris could only imagine her mother’s and father’s reaction upon finding out she had! Not to mention the Rosenbergs would be so pissed…

That Friday afternoon found Chris making her way to the theater, dreading and still for some reason anticipating the talk with Allie that she just knew would come. Rehearsal went well as the characters made their way through almost the complete first act. At the end of this the actors were allowed a thirty minute break before reconvening for the rest of the show.

Allie and Chris had exited the stage together from the last scene, and were softly chit-chatting about girly things when Walter, the man playing Groat, appeared seemingly out of nowhere. In his large hands was that evil whip, which caused both girls to tense.

The burly man with long, greasy black hair laughed. “Oh come on, you two. It isn’t like this thing will ever really get used, you know!” Shaking his head he sidled past the teen and the child, leaving them to their own devices.

It took Allie several seconds, but in a slightly shuddery voice she finally spoke. “Ya know… that really, really scares me… but if it were the only way I could get my wish, I’d be taking a whipping like that….”

Christy’s eyes became large with concern and fear for this young, impressionable child. She was suddenly consumed by fear that she would actually go and find herself someone to do something that would hurt her so badly.

“NO! Allie… listen, that’s not the answer, okay?” she said in almost a panic.

The kid was almost startled by such a strong reaction, but eventually she hung her head and shrugged, drawing circles on the floor with her white-socked foot.

“Alright,” she said, “but if it’s really the only way, then…”

This time Chris took the child’s shoulders in her hands and spun her around. “Allie, didn’t you hear me? No, it’s too dangerous. Please…”

But Allie just shrugged again. “Well then what am I s’posed ta do, huh?”

Chris just shook her head. She had no answer to that. She couldn’t know how it felt for Allie to be looking for something so desperately and not being able to get it… but she could imagine. Memories flooded her mind of the times when she’d actually begged her parents to discipline her when she felt it was needed. Could it be that someone lived every day of their lives with that wish in mind? She knew that it was not her place to help anyway, and that she should not get involved in that kind of thing to begin with, but part of her also wanted to lend a hand… literally.

“Allie, hon… I…”

Christy bit her lip again, and looked around. The break had just started… so many people were still on stage… and those who weren’t were probably going back to the locker rooms, or outside, or visiting the restrooms… Before she even noticed, Christy was mentally looking for a place where she could give Allie the spanking she was craving for so much.

Almost in a daze, the teen sighed and looked at the younger girl. “Alright, but you promise that it’s only this once and you’re not going to talk about it again, like, ever?”

At first Allie didn’t understand, but then it dawned on her what Christy might be meaning to say, and her eyes went large.

“Y-you mean… you mean that you… you will… will…?”

Chris bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, Allie. I… I’ll spank that little bottom of yours. But you have to keep your end of the deal. Do you swear?”

The girl’s face lit up excitedly, just like it did at the end of the show when she announced proudly that she had found the symbol of hope the workers were always looking for. Eagerly she nodded her head, literally bouncing up and down.

“I do! I do! I doooo! I swear!” she exclaimed, grinning ear-to-ear.

Chris shook her head. “Okay… First of all, lower your voice, ‘kay sweets? We don’t want people hearing us. No one should be in the Green Room on a rehearsal day… and there’s still twenty-five minutes of break left…”

“Yes yes yes!” Allie squealed before clasping her hands over her little mouth. Taking them away, and speaking in a much softer tone, she added, “Th-thanks, Christy.”

“Yeah,” said Christy, just the hint of a smile playing on her lips. “Let’s go now, though.”

She got up from the bench they were sitting on, and grabbed Allie’s hand. The little girl followed close by as Christy made her way to the Green Room not far from the stage entrance: it was the place where performers waited to be called on stage, and it was rarely if ever used for any other purposes. The young teen gulped as she saw that the room was in fact empty. There was no turning back now: she would have to do it and hope nothing went wrong.

Chris grabbed one of the chairs and brought it to the other end of the room, as far from the door as possible. She saw Allie tense more and more as she was led to the chair, and when Chris finally sat down and stood her before her, the little girl’s face had lost most of its color. Christy felt her own face flush, instead, and gulped again. So that’s how it feels, she thought, realizing that for the first time she was not the one going over the lap.

However, seeing as Allie was growing more and more impatient, Chris quickly discarded those thoughts from her head and got down to business.

“O-okay, kiddo… you sure you wanna go through with this?”

Allie nodded wordlessly, fidgeting, she too gulping.

“Alright then. Over you go,” she said, patting her lap.

The little girl bit her lip and closed her eyes momentarily, before mincing her way over to her stage-mother’s side. Chris patted her right thigh once more, and finally the petite girl let herself bend over the teen’s knees.

“Ch-Chris… not… not too hard..?” she asked, her tiny skirt-covered bottom clenching and unclenching.

Christy nodded, and then said, “Don’t worry.”

She had no clue, though, how hard would be too hard in a seven-year-old’s mind. She tried to remember how the spankings she’d gotten back then were like, but it was no use: her mother and father’s spankings felt always unmistakably super hard no matter what!

“It will sting a little, though,” Christy said as she patted the small rump before her with her cupped right hand. “You know that, right?”

Allie whimpered slightly, and just barely managed to nod. “Y-yeah… I do…” she whispered in a tight voice. She crossed her ankles in nervous anticipation, her eyes squeezed shut against whatever onslaught was going to come her way.

Christy, however, preferred to err on the safe side, and her first smack to Allie’s backside was a very feeble one. The little girl still yelped out of surprise, but it hadn’t really stung. Christy took a deep breath and went at it again, hardening her palm a little and delivering two, three, four more swats to the backside before her.

Allie whimpered slightly, as these she definitely could feel. Part of her concentrated on the spanking itself, but part was still able to focus on the fact that she was being spanked… something she’d been wanting all her short life. There was something else rolling around in the young child’s mind too, though, and finally she found it in her to voice it.

“Ch-Chris…?” she asked softly.

Christy paused for a second, not sure whether she should stop and answer or not. Her parents wouldn’t, while spanking her, but this was different, and something told her to do it.

“Yes, hon?” she replied gently.

“Is this… is this how you get spanked at home?”

The teen felt her mouth go dry again, and inwardly she shook her head. “I… yes, but… I’m also spanked on the bare bottom. Allie, though…”

“I want to be spanked just the way you are,” said the kid with a resolution that Chris wouldn’t have credited her with.

The teen squeezed her eyes shut for just a second. ‘Just the way’ she was spanked would include a bare bottom, one implement at the very least, and lots of crying, screaming, and begging on the spankee’s side, not to mention long corner times, the humiliation of near-nakedness, and a bruised behind for a few days on over. There was no way she would do exactly that… although she guessed she could at least pull down the kid’s underwear so she would feel well-spanked at least. Chris knew this could lead to trouble, big trouble, but she also figured that since she was doing it at all, she might as well do it properly, lest Allie not be satisfied and decide to look for it elsewhere again.

“A-alright… that means your undies go down, though. ‘Kay?”

Allie squeezed her eyes shut and let out a slight whimper, but nodded before her will left her. “K-‘kay…” she whispered in a choked voice.

Somehow that made things seem just a little too real, a little too embarrassing, and overall uncomfortable for the seven-year-old. But she just couldn’t back out now.

After a few more seconds, Christy mustered up her courage and grabbed the hem of Allie’s knee-long teal blue skirt. Quickly and easily she flipped it up over the child’s back. Then, biting her own tongue, she took hold of the waistband of Allie’s My Little Pony underwear and pulled down to just below her slightly pink bottom. She couldn’t know that Chris often got her own panties pulled down to her ankles, or even all the way off, after all, could she?

The little one let out a meek squeaking sound as the cool air brushed across her bottom. It was an entirely new experience for her, one that she wasn’t sure how to handle. Christy blushed too, though it was mostly for fear of getting caught—and for fear in general. She was feeling less and less comfortable with it too, and she just wanted to get it over with.

So she raised her hand and again delivered a few sound swats to Allie’s small derriere. Without the protection of clothes, the sound reverberated much more loudly across the room, making Chris flinch, and making Allie whine quite noisily. Somehow it had never connected in her brain just how much a spanking would hurt! Now it was all too realistic, and she protested.

“Ow… owwww… Christyyyy… Pleeease…” she whined, tears threatening to splash down her childish face.

Christy didn’t know where that was coming from, but before she could realize she was saying, “I told you it would sting, Allie… a spanking is supposed to hurt… believe me, I know.”

Still she continued to spank, aiming a couple of swats lower on Allie’s behind, knowing how much more those to the sitting spot are felt. This caused Allie to squeal as she crisscrossed her ankles and started to kick her small legs. As the smacks kept accumulating, tears poured down the youngster’s cheeks. Her legs began flailing much more prevalently as the seconds passed and she tried to squirm out from under the stingy blows.

“Owwiieeeeee! Chrissss… stop!!” she whined, slightly panicked.

Christy’s instinct was indeed telling her to let up, but after a tiny pause she resumed, delivering only a few more smacks to Allie’s smarting bottom. She pressed down on the small of the child’s back and easily kept her in position as she finished up her spanking with a couple of stingers across both cheeks. Then she released her grip and sat back, panting.

Allie lay there for a little bit, crying steadily. Her little hands reached back and each grabbed a flaming bottom cheek, squeezing and rubbing and scratching at the sore flesh.

When the little girl finally found her voice, she inquired pathetically, “No more… Chris? Right? No morrrre…”

Chris couldn’t help but smile slightly at the young girl’s reaction. Gently rubbing her back, she replied, “No more, sweetie. No more. You took that real well, ya know that?”

Ever so gently she reached over and pulled up the cartoon-covered underwear over the bright pink mounds of Allie’s bottom, and then smoothed the skirt back down. This accomplished, she helped the child to her feet.

Allie took a second, tears still trailing down her soft features, while she rubbed her bottom with one hand. She looked at Chris who looked right back, and finally ran up to her and flung her arms around the teen’s waist.

Christy let the kid snuggle in. Allie sniffled against her older friend’s chest for quite a while, letting herself be soothed as Christy just kept her close, brushing her hair, sometimes crooning in her ear. Slowly Allie’s body relaxed and she looked up at Chris again, giving a tiny smile.

“You alright?” Christy asked.

Allie nodded. “Y-yeah… b-but… do you really get it that hard, Christy?”

The teen smiled just a bit. “Um… yeah. Yeah, I do. Now let’s go wash your face, though, okay? Or we’re going to be late.”

Allie nodded eagerly. “Okays… but… d-do I still have to sit on the floor with the other kids?” she asked, still rubbing her bottom, referring to one of the scenes they were to try out in just a few minutes.

Even though she was still nervous and afraid, Christy couldn’t help but giggle as she walked out of the Green Room, holding hands with the child.

“Yeah… ‘fraid so, kiddo.”

~*~

The Monday after Christy had given seven-year-old Allie her first spanking, the youngster was playing in a deserted dressing room with one of the other children of Metropolis. She and Katie Malone got along really well, and had quickly become fast friends. As they were playing, waiting for their parents to come and pick them up at the end of the day, Allie suddenly smiled.

“Katie, ya know how I told ya ‘bout how I wanted to be spanked and all…?” she said mildly, though rather embarrassingly.

The raven-haired eight-year-old shrugged. “Yeah. What about it? Did your parents ever finally see the light of day?”

Allie rolled her eyes. “Riiiight… my parents? Never. But I did get it!”

Katie’s eyes opened wide. “You gotta be kidding! Who…?”

“Christy… my stage mom!”

Suddenly there was the sound of the costume closet door slamming shut. A tall brunette woman stepped out from it, along with the prop director.

“Alexandra Elizabeth!” the woman barked as she strode over to the two girls.

Allie’s face drained of all colour as she looked upon her mother.

“Uh… h-hi Mom…” she said softly.

The prop director and Katie silently slipped away, leaving the distressed seven-year-old to face the wrath of her mother. The woman pointed her hands to her hips and looked down at Allie, a scowl on her face.

“Is that Christine Brimley you’re talking about, Alexandra?”

Allie nodded, gulping visibly. “Y-yes… but, Mom, really… she… I…”

Mrs. Rosenberg knelt next to her child and raised her chin to meet her eyes. “Are you okay, honey? Did she hurt you? Did she…?”

Allie scrunched up her face in a confused expression. “Mom! I finally got a spanking just like I wanted it, and you… you…”

The woman shook her head and stood again. “You stay right here, little miss. We’ll be talking about this when we get home.”

Allie couldn’t help but think that sounded so much like the threat of a spanking, but right now she knew she was in too deep to even care. So she sat in silence, hugging her knees and wondering if she’d gotten her cool older friend Christy in trouble as her angry parent stormed out of the room.

~*~

Haley and Carly were backstage helping their daughter prepare her bag and put on her coat, when Mrs. Rosenberg came in. She cast Christy a venomous look, then went straight for her parents.

“Your daughter has dared to raise a hand on my daughter,” she said angrily, much to the Brimleys’ surprise, “and I can only imagine where she learned to do that. I demand an explanation, Mr. Brimley!”

Haley looked in confusion between Mrs. Rosenberg and Christy. The teenager’s face was pale, her eyes downcast, and suddenly fidgeting on the spot.

“Mrs. Rosenberg, surely there must be a mistake…” said Carly.

“There is no mistake whatsoever,” said the woman. “This comes from Allie herself, and my daughter is no liar.”

Haley frowned. “Chris? You… you hit Allie? Tell me this is not true and I’ll believe you.”

“Not hit, Daddy… just… just… spanked her,” the teen admitted softly, looking away.

Part of her was ticked off with the little one for blabbing at all, but mostly she was just scared out of her mind as to what this was going to mean for her and her bottom.

Haley did breathe a slight sigh of relief, as did Carly; both had been envisioning their daughter slapping, or even worse, punching the youngest cast member. It did not, however, take away the anger that was simmering.

“Christine Marie Brimley, what on earth was going through your head?” Carly demanded, a severe scowl plastered on her face.

Chris winced at the tone and the full name. “I… she wanted ta know how a spanking feels like, and her parents won’t ever punish her and she didn’t think it was right and was gonna go to someone unsafe to get whipped and I didn’t want that…”

It all came out in a panicky rush. She couldn’t stop herself with simple answers, but instead gave the whole spiel.

Mrs. Rosenberg shook her head. “The reason why she’s not punished is that we do NOT advocate spanking! And it was NOT up to you to decide whether or not we are doing the right thing.”

Both Haley and Carly had angry looks for their teen daughter, but right now they were more concerned with calming down the outraged mother. All Christy could do was hang her head, as this was so not the time to point out that to punish doesn’t necessarily mean to spank!

“Ma’am,” Haley said, “I assure you that if Christine did what she did, it was out of the best intentions. We realize it’s wrong and we’re going to deal with it, but…”

“Deal with it?” said the woman. “You mean you’re going to beat on her again?”

Carly’s features hardened and she stood up to Mrs. Rosenberg quite sternly. “Madam—just like Christy has no business telling you how to raise your child, you have no business meddling in our affairs. I hope that is very clear.”

Mrs. Rosenberg opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. She looked between Haley and Carly, and ultimately Christy, and shook her head.

“Fine, but that’s not the end of it. You’ll hear from me again, I can assure you that.”

And she walked away, giving Christy one last seething look.

Haley closed his eyes and took a deep, controlling breath before turning to face his daughter.

“Christine Marie, you’ve really done it this time. I…” The man threw his hands up in the air. “You… I…”

“What I think your father is trying to say, young lady,” Carly said icily, “is that you have the world’s biggest spanking coming your way when we get home. Pick up your bag and let’s go.”

Chris whimpered and cringed under the scathing words, a lone tear sliding down her right cheek. She grabbed her dance bag with shaky hands and continued on to the back door which led out to the parking lot.

For once, the ride home was not a silent one. Haley and Carly didn’t miss one chance to give their daughter an earful, scolding her soundly all the way home, listing all the possible outcomes for her careless behavior, from the imminent ones—‘the world’s biggest spanking’—to the legal consequences in which the family could incur.

By the time they got home, Christy was a crying mess of a teenager, fearing not only for her backside, but afraid to have gotten the whole family in legal trouble yet again. It was with a heavy heart, and barely saying hi to Aunt Faith or Tina, that she made her way to her bedroom, sure there would be no dinner for her, and anticipating her parents’ command to go and wait for them.

It was a few minutes before seven in the evening that Haley and Carly knocked on her door, and came in without waiting for a reply.

Chris jumped slightly from her position on her bed. Already she had changed into her New York Modern Dance Academy sleep-shirt and pants, and had just lain on the bed, waiting anxiously for them to come up. The time had been passed imagining all the cruel things that could be done to her bottom before the night’s end, and she had been pulled out of her reverie by their entrance.

“H-hey,” she said softly, her eyes downcast.

Haley walked to Christy’s desk and pulled out the chair, and sat on it. The girl gulped at such bad omen and looked away, toward her mother who was sitting on the bed beside her.

“We have been talking to Aunt Faith,” said Carly, “and she thinks the Rosenbergs won’t really be able to make a case out of this.”

Christy closed her eyes for a second and breathed a small sigh of relief. Aunt Faith was a respected lawyer, she would definitely know her stuff.

“But you’re still in a world of trouble,” said Haley. “Why on earth would you do that, Christy?”

Christy whimpered, hugging her knees close to her body. “D-daddy… she… Allie… she said… she said that if the only way to get a spanking was to find some guy to whip her, that’s what she would do. She had her mind made up Daddy… I couldn’t let her… I couldn’t!” The teen was sniffling by this time, a couple of silent tears falling down her unblemished cheeks. “Please… please understand…” she sobbed softly.

“We do understand,” said Carly, “but what you should have done is tell us, or her parents, or anyone. Anything but what you did. You were not qualified to handle the situation, Christine.”

“Do you realize how serious this is?” Haley said, raising his voice just a little. “Allie’s parents may not be able to make a case legally, but they are right in their indignation and you know it. You have no business whatsoever spanking Allie, for whatever reason. Do you understand?”

Chris closed her eyes tightly. She had known at the time what she was doing was wrong, had she not? Ever so slowly she allowed herself to nod. Haley nodded back and stood from the chair. Only then did Christy notice the large, dark green wooden spoon he was holding, as well as the small and thick paddle in his other hand. She was going to get spanked with two implements? Not that it was unusual… had happened rather frequently, instead… but still, that left her shaking slightly. And that one spoon, she had never quite seen it before. Why was it that her parents would come up with frightful new implements every now and then? And most of all, where did they find them?? Did they purposely tour outlet stores and flea markets or something?

“Christy,” said Carly. “We are very disappointed in you. You are old enough to know what to do and what to not do… but this certainly isn’t the best way to show it. Stand up now.”

Christy closed her eyes even more tightly if it was possible, cringing at her mother’s sharp words. As she finally willed herself to stand, a loud sob escaped her lips.

“I… I’m sorry…” It came out soft and strangled, due to the sobs, but was there nonetheless.

Carly just nodded, and squeezed her daughter’s hand in hers sympathetically. But then her hands unlatched the cord on Christy’s pajama pants and pulled them down to her knees, much to Christy’s embarrassment. A moment later Carly sat on the bed and propelled the girl across her lap. Christy’s hands and bare feet barely rested on the ground, and her naked behind was the highest part of her body.

Carly wasted no time in applying the palm of her hand soundly to Christy’s nether cheeks. At first it still had little effect on the teen, whose bottom had been made sturdier by years of parental correction, but quite soon the sting did begin to accumulate. Christy made little mewling sounds, clenching and unclenching her fists against the constant influx of spanks landing on her bare flesh. Still, she kept from truly crying out. There was no need for that yet, and she figured she would need to save her voice for much worse things to come.

The swats came down at an increasingly fast pace, with Carly snapping her wrist to deliver that extra sting. Within a minute, Christy’s cheeks and sit-spots were colored in a dull pink, and the teen was starting to move about a little across her mother’s lap.

“Allie is a little girl, Christine, and she had been left in your care by her parents!” Carly scolded as she spanked. “What was on your mind, young lady?”

Chris whimpered, grimacing with the smacks, and toward the question. “I… I dunnoooo! I… was s-scared for her an’ I… I also thought that maybe… this way something would happen to help her… in some way. I dunno how or why… I jus’ did!” The teen sobbed slightly with the confession, knowing it was probably not going to be received well.

Sure enough, neither Haley nor Carly liked it one bit.

“You will be sixteen soon, Christy,” said her father. “You are supposed to be using your brain so much better than that!”

As he was saying that, he was also passing the big wooden spoon to his wife. Christy’s head was hung in shame and she was too busy sobbing to notice. Carly grabbed the long-handled tool and immediately resumed the spanking. It took one more second for Christy’s brain to register the change, but once it did her reactions changed drastically.

“Aiiieee! Ma-Mama… NOOOO!”

That darned spoon was immediately evil in her book. This monster was heavier and larger than other wooden spoons that had been used on her, and not only stung, but left a burning ache behind. It took all of Christy’s control to keep from reaching back to thwart her mother’s duty, though she did begin to writhe across her lap as the sting continued to build horrifically.

Every time the spoon connected with her pinker and pinker flesh, it left a circular ‘print’, pink around the edges and whitish in the middle, but soon growing into a bright red. At first Carly put quite some force behind each blow, but soon she realized that not much at all was needed: the tool was sturdy, and heavier in the cupped end, and would impart a severe sting even with a relatively light swat. Carly continued to spank her daughter soundly, and for the first time extended the spanks to the untouched backs of the girl’s thighs, eliciting fresh squeals and more energetic squirms that required some pinning down.

Never in her life had Chris experienced something quite like this. She couldn’t help but kick her legs as the smacks kept coming. It felt like there would never be an end to the onslaught.

“Ow… OWWW… Mama no morrrrrreee!”

“You have been irresponsible, inconsiderate, and just plain reckless, Christine!” Carly scolded, focusing a flurry of swats to Christy’s right sit-spot that had the girl howling.

“It’s going to be a while before we trust you again, young miss,” said Haley, who was standing cross-armed and watching his daughter’s chastisement from a favored position.

It took Carly almost another minute of continuous, hard spanking before stopping. By this time Christy’s behind was shining a bright uniform red, with visible circular splotches scattered all over. The teen was sobbing and crying softly, her shoulders shaking. Her entire bottom stung and throbbed and she was beyond rational words and phrases. What things came out of her mouth were almost non-comprehensible, although it was quite clear that they were pleas for the punishment to end and for forgiveness to be had. Once again her parents were succeeding in making her feel like a well-spanked little girl.

Carly did allow a few minutes, during which she put down the spoon and rubbed Christy’s back slowly to ease her breathing. But even as she was doing that, Haley was walking back to the chair and sitting down again, holding the small, thick paddle. When Christy’s sobbing had died down to just steady, soft crying, her mother helped her up and stand.

“Come here, Christy,” said Haley, patting his right thigh with the paddle…

Chris whimpered loudly, her hands shaking. She took a moment to look back at Carly once, who had a stern no-nonsense frown on her face. The teen gulped and turned back to face her equally-stern father. She stepped out of her pj shorts and minced over to him, her hands wanting to cover her front for a second but then deciding against it—whatever modesty she still had had been flushed away by now, and Christy was used to the embarrassment anyway. She could not make eye contact with her father, though, so she studied how her toes squished the carpet as she made the short walk.

“Why are you getting this spanking, Christine?”

The teen hung her head even more, if possible, and meekly replied, “B-because I’ve s-spanked Allie an’ I shouldn’t have… I was ir-irresponsible… Daddy, please, not that… Daddy, I beg you…”

But Haley just patted his thigh with the small, heavy paddle, this time reaching over and grabbing his daughter’s wrist. She yelped softly but complied, walking over to his right side. He pulled on her wrist and propelled her across his lap, ignoring her pleading whimpers. So many times she had found herself in this position… so many times she had gotten corrected in this or a similar manner. But that paddle was so totally awful the poor girl was trembling from fear, and the second half of her spanking hadn’t even begun

That didn’t last long. As soon as she was properly positioned, Haley quickly circled her waist with his free arm and raised the paddle. Down it came with a loud smack! that echoed through the room and made Christy yelp loudly. Her father let at least five seconds pass before the next one, and when it came, it was even harder than the first, digging into Christy’s well-spanked flesh cruelly.

“Oww daddeeeee!!” the young teen wailed. Her right leg jerked up in a savage kick as her hands clenched into tight fists. That paddle never failed to brand a very lasting impression into her!

“I am especially disappointed at the way you handled things, Christy,” Haley scolded as he increased both the rhythm and the intensity of the spanks. “When *Tina* asked you to spank her, you wisely turned it down. You proved you had good judgment… why didn’t you use it this time?”

It was almost impossible for Christy to answer him through her sobs, but experience had taught her that it was *not* a wise thing to ignore the questioning. Still, it took her a few moments to come up with a definite answer… enough time for a couple more good swats to be given.

“Owww!” she wailed pitifully, before giving an answer that, she knew, would not be accepted well. “It… I… I knew Tina would g-get what she deserrrrrrved!” she sobbed. “Allie… she wouldn’ havvvvvve!”

“That is *not* up to you to decide, young lady!” Haley said sternly, raising his voice and making Christy cower. He shook his head and paddled on hard, paying special attention to the girl’s sit-spots, which elicited fresh howls from the girl. “You are a teenager, you do not have nearly enough experience to judge what to do in these frames—or do you?”

Christy knew full well what answer her parents were looking for, but still… “I… I don’ knoooow! It sure felt riiiight!” she wailed, digging herself in even deeper.

Haley shook his head. He looked at Carly, who wasn’t looking too happy with her child either.

“That you would say that,” he said, “tells me just how much you still have to learn about this, Christine.”

And with that the paddling got, if possible, even harder. The small wooden board attacked the backs of Christy’s thighs with a vengeance, making her shriek and flail both her arms and legs wildly in the air, looking for a relief that just didn’t come. She closed her eyes tight against the pain and the humiliation of it all. She sure didn’t want to tell them what they wanted to hear, because it was not true in her mind. However, she figured that unless she gave in to their incessant demands her bottom would never be unmarked again until the day she left for college.

“ What should you have done, Christine? You do know the answer to that!”

“Oowwiiee… I… DADDY… I… I shoulda told somebody! Owwww! Stooooop!”

This time Haley nodded, but didn’t let up one bit. “Yes, you should have, and if Allie asks you again, you *will* tell either her parents or us, Christine. Is that crystal clear?”

Now the paddle descended to the very center of Christy’s bottom, and it kept striking the same crimson-red area over and over again, much to the teenager’s dismay. It was impossible to keep from literally screaming in agony as the wood bore down.

“AHHHOOOOWWW! NOooo! D-daddeeee! Noooo…”

The girl sobbed and squirmed as mightily as she dared to under her father’s heavy left arm, her legs kicking frantically. She struggled and writhed but wasn’t going anywhere. After the sixth consecutive blow right there, however, the poor teen lost control: her right hand reached back to ward off the awful blows.

Her parents were almost sorry she’d do that, for now it meant a prolonged spanking… and in the very fashion that Christy despised the most. Haley lost no time in taking hold of his daughter’s wrist and holding it against her back. Then he shifted her over to his left thigh, raised his right leg, and crossed the backs of Christy’s with it, pinning her down hard in an almost jackknifed position.

“I’m sorry, Chris, but you do know you’re not allowed that.”

The smacks that followed were by far the hardest thus delivered. As usual when giving up all control during a spanking, Chris panicked… but that feeling was quickly replaced with pure, God-awful pain. The burning ache from the paddle left her screaming at the top of her lungs, struggling against her father’s tight grasp.

“DADDY! Nooo… PLEASE… N’morrrre…! PLEASE stop!” It came out in a wail, broken up by her sobs, but still quite clear—and loud!

“You better hope this is the end of it, young miss,” Haley scolded as he lay down the last swats, “and I’d make sure it didn’t happen again, if I were you…” He stopped, but left the paddle resting on Christy’s bottom. “…because next time I won’t let you off so easy. Understood?” WHACK!!

“Aieeeee!!”

Easy? Yeah right! The blood pumping ferociously throughout the abused flesh would have taken issue with that, as would the teenager, but she wisely chose not to voice that.

“It won’! D-daddy it woooon’t! I’m so sorreeee!” she sobbed brokenly, gasping for breath as her naked buttocks twitched through the searing pain.

“Good,” was all Haley said, and he let go of the girl’s wrist, and released her legs too.

He glanced toward the bed, where Carly was still sitting cross-armed and nodding, then focused on his distraught daughter.

“Hey… shh, it’s okay… cry it all out…” he whispered as he rubbed her back through her top.

It was all Chris could do to nod in acknowledgment, her long brown hair flying. Tears poured down her face as she sobbed through the awful pain that only seemed to get worse with time.

“S-sorreee…” she sobbed.

Truthfully, she wasn’t completely sorry to have done what she had with Allie, but she was indeed very sorry for all the trouble it was causing her family… as well as her bottom!

Haley let her sob over his lap for several minutes, just keeping her there and rubbing her back every now and then. Soon Carly joined in, kneeling beside the chair and brushing her daughter’s hair away from her sweaty, teary, and flushed face. It wasn’t until another few minutes that Christy found it in her to get up, and her parents promptly helped her to her feet.

“There, there,” Carly crooned as she wrapped the girl in a tight hug.

“You alright, kiddo?”

Christy nodded and returned the hug, whimpering all the while, one hand reaching behind her to ever so cautiously rub her throbbing bottom. Of course she wasn’t physically alright, but she knew what her father was after.

“You have proven,” Carly said, “that you are neither childish nor irresponsible, but…”

“But this time,” said Haley, “you really should have behaved differently. I hope you see that is what you’ve been punished for, and that we *are* proud of you overall… okay?”

Chris nodded weakly, her shoulders still rising and falling with steady crying. “Y-yeah…” It came out rather despondently, but the answer was still there. Crawling onto the bed on her stomach she added in a small voice, “Th-thanks…”

Both parents took turns in reaching over and kissing the back of her head. Christy purred ever so slightly at the loving attention, but even before they were out the door, she was fast asleep. The last thing to go through her mind was the thought of Allie, and what might be happening to her that very moment—and especially looking forward to tomorrow, when she would see her again.

~*~

The following afternoon, Christy was picked up by her parents at the New York Dance Academy around 4. She was tired from the workout and tense for what was coming. Later the previous night, after her spanking, Haley and Carly had arranged a meeting at the Rosenbergs’ for Christy to explain herself. It was partly to ensure that no legal action would be taken against the Brimleys, and partly because some kind of formal apology was needed anyway.

“Just try not to embarrass me toooo much in front of them, guys… please…” Christy asked very shyly of her parents as she sat gingerly in the back seat of the car. “You know I’ve learnt my lesson and I agree to doing this. Honest.”

“We know,” said Haley as he turned back and smiled at his daughter. “We will be silent unless talked to, and provided you say what you need to say. Deal?”

The teen nodded. “Deal, Daddy. Thank you.”

Christy took a deep breath. Her stomach did flips-flops as they parked in the Rosenbergs’ driveway, and her knees just about gave way as Mrs. Rosenberg opened the door. The smile with which she greeted Carly turned into a flat look when she said hi to Christy. The girl gulped rather audibly.

The Brimleys were let in and accommodated in the living room, where Mr. Rosenberg was waiting sitting on an armchair, newspaper in hand. There was no sign of Allie.

“Would you fancy tea? Coffee?” Mrs. Rosenberg asked, more out of manners than anything.

“We’re good,” said Carly of herself and Haley.

“A soda, Christy?”

“I’ll pass, ma’am. Thank you, though.”

Christy took another deep breath and gave a nervous smile. “I’ve got something to say. First of all… I… I’m sorry. I know what I did wasn’t any of my business and I should not have done it. It’s just… I was really panicked. For one, Allie was so curious about it that she was willing to do just to find out about it. It could have… well, could have really brought her to danger. She was already going so far as to ask me, and I was so scared she was going to keep going until she got an answer from someone worse… someone bad. I know I should have handled it differently, and I’m sorry I did what I did.”

Chris had to bite her tongue to get this apology out, considering how she only partially agreed with what she was saying.

Mrs. Rosenberg’s face still showed no feeling. She opened her mouth to say something, but her husband preceded her.

“Thank you for your words, Christy. We appreciate you taking the time to come and say this to our face. However, it would have been much better to have had this talk *before* taking matters in your own hands. I know this may not resonate well with you, but please, do put yourself in our shoes for a minute. Imagine your own little girl asking for something you clearly disagree with. Wouldn’t you want to know first?”

Mrs. Rosenberg seemed to relax a little upon hearing that, but still kept her eyes on Christy.

The girl blushed and hung her head, messing with the hem of her t-shirt. Ever so slowly she nodded.

“Yeah…” she relented. “I would. And… I know I should’ve done it, but I didn’t think you’d do anything about it. Allie made it sound like you didn’t care… and she was so desperate. I hope you believe me when I say that I was doing what I felt was in Allie’s best interest. I care for her like a little sister, and don’t want anything bad to happen to her! I am sorry I made the wrong choice, but it was still out of caring.”

Both parents nodded slightly. “I am glad Allie has someone who cares so much for her, Chris,” Mrs. Rosenberg chimed in. “Only, before you make anymore rash decisions, remember that just because you are her mother on stage, you are *not*, in fact, her mother.”

Christy nodded. “I promise, ma’am,” she said, then nervously took a big breath. “But… I do have something that Allie shared with me that’s related to this. I think you really need to hear it.”

The Rosenbergs just looked at her, waiting, while both Haley and Carly seemed to tense a little bit. Whatever this was, it was probably more than they were comfortable with their daughter saying.

“Allie told me it isn’t all curiosity about spanking. She said that a lot of how she feels is… well… it’s because she doesn’t feel punished enough, in general. It feels like she gets away with way too much. I’m not sure how much she’s tried to get you to understand this, but she really doesn’t want to get away with stuff anymore.”

Christy bit her lip and shifted uncomfortably on the sofa where she sat with her parents—uncomfortable both physically and emotionally. Mrs. and Mr. Rosenberg exchanged a glance and a few seconds passed in embarrassing silence.

“To tell you the truth, Christy,” the woman spoke eventually, “we had the feeling this may be the case. At times, she does get her way and shouldn’t. But that applies to most kids. For Allie it is convenient not to talk to you about it, but she does get punished, albeit rarely. Punishment is just not our way to deal with things. I am assuming you are, indeed, punished at home? Spanked?”

Here she looked at Haley and Carly, who nodded, and then at Christy too. The teen winced, but nodded as well, her cheeks flaming.

“I see.”

“We entirely disagree with corporal punishment,” said Mr. Rosenberg, “for our own family, that is. Whatever works for you, is not our business. In this family, punishment is not the way, and especially not spanking. That said, it seems as though Allie may not be at ease with that policy. I think what she wants is more attention and more consideration, and she interprets that as wanting punishment. That’s an easy mistake. Or she’s just testing her boundaries like all kids. But it is possible that she’s really not doing well on a deeper level, and… well…” Here he sighed and shook his head. He exchanged a look with his wife, who shrugged, looking down. “Thanks to your input, we might just have to look into it further to see what can be done. I think Allie’s fine, honestly, but if something is truly wrong with her… we’ll find out and deal with it. Right?”

His wife nodded. “Absolutely. Thank you, Christy.”

“And your apology is accepted,” said the man again, with a small smile.

At first Christy had caught her breath, as it sounded like the Resenbergs were not going to do anything to help Allie at all, but the more they talked, the better she felt. She had to admit that she wished they would be a little more definitive, but this was much better than nothing. Definitely better than what she had expected anyway. And knowing that she was forgiven for the small spanking she had bestowed upon Allie’s equally small bottom was a great relief to her.

“Th-thank you… both of you,” she said softly, returning the small smile. “I truly do hope you feel you can trust me with Allie on stage. Nothing like this will happen again, I assure you.”

“That’s good to hear,” said Mrs. Rosenberg. “Quite good.”

“Allie is sleeping over at a friend’s, tonight,” said Mr. Rosenberg. “She’s doing well, albeit a little shaken, it seems. She says hi to you.”

Christy got the feeling that meant she wouldn’t be allowed to see Allie again outside of practice times… and that even during those the little girl would be closely supervised. But given the way things had gone, the consequences could have been so much worse.

“Say hi back from me,” the teen said as she and her parents were walked back to the front door. “And please do tell her I’m sorry… please?“

The Rosenbergs nodded, and Chris even got a small smile from the less-approachable mother.

“Indeed we will, Christine, indeed. And you’ll see her yourself tomorrow evening at rehearsal to tell her yourself. I’ll be honest, before you had wanted to come and talk to us face to face I was going to request that Allie be given a new on-stage ‘mother’, or I might have pulled her from the musical. But I currently see no harm in it. I just see genuine care on your part.”

Christy had not even given thought to that set of consequences, but was greatly relieved that they were not going to try and take Allie away from each other, and from Metropolis.

She nodded her understanding to the two parents as her family left the house, a small smile on her face as she waved goodbye.

– 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 © 2005 Haley Brimley, Christy. Contact for information and/or feedback.