The fact that Christy Brimley drooled on her shoes like a puppy dog was making Alyssa Whitfield quite proud of herself. She never had a high tolerance for teenagers, let alone the impish ones who could get into trouble, but somehow Christy was intriguing, and not only because she’d do nearly everything you asked of her, but mainly since she looked up at her all day and all night as though she was a role model or something. The girl was cute and sweet and whatever, but Alyssa’s 22-year-old personality always found her constant praise very pleasant.

Christy and Alyssa had met at a lifeguard-training camp, and had immediately hit it off. Chris looked up to her new-found friend immensely, and spent oodles of time with her friends and at her apartment, which was where they were now, of course, just hanging out and watching old reruns on TV, for lack of anything better to do. It was something Carly and Haley, her mother and father, were not too happy about, especially after the past month’s events.

The prank Christy and others had pulled on their Headmistress LaToya Richardson during their eighth grade graduation ceremony (literally pouring spiders on her head... lots of them) had had the harshest consequences for the young Brimley. Not only her father had had to paddle her six times in front of the Principal to avoid her diploma being revoked, but he had also reinforced the lesson with a hand-spanking and an equally sound paddling, but on her bare bottom. One would think that was the end of it, but it was far from it.

In the following week, now almost a month behind her back, Chris’s days had been all alike: as soon as school was out, at three in the afternoon, she was to stay in the library until six, working on a research on spiders – a touch of her parents’ taste for irony. Even though the research was finished by Wednesday, she still had to serve detention for three hours. Once home, it was dinner, then bath, time and then straight to her room, where the girl would do her homework and wait for her father to come. Not later than nine in the evening, Haley would come in and spank Christy’s bottom soundly with his hand, something that had her cry all over again, since it was still marked from the paddling. After that, she would have to write two hundred lines, sitting at her desk on her bare bottom; the subject changed day after day, and Carly made sure she always chose a line of at least ten words which contained a morale of some kind. While Christy’s mother, or father, or both, checked the lines and the day’s progresses in the research, the young teenager would stand in the corner for half an hour, after which she was to go straight to bed.

Futile to say, it had been a week of hell for poor Christy, who had nonetheless endured it to the best of her abilities, never complaining, even though she did cry nearly all the time from when Haley entered her room till when she could finally lay down and turn off the lights. She had been promised more days of that treatment if she showed herself defiant, and so, simply enough, she didn’t. One sign of protest, not particularly vehement but containing a four letter word, earned her a mouth washing, but since it was her final day, her parents decided not to prolong her punishment. When it was finally over, they were both very proud of her, and though totally sore – in each and every sense – Chris knew she would never, ever forgive that lesson. Her bottom had ached for some more days after that, and then it was really over. Was the amusement of one minute worth that all? Chris hadn’t been sorry about the reasons behind that prank, and still wasn’t, but after such a week, she was seriously starting to reconsider at least the way she’d taken her revenge on the Witch!

The friendship with Alyssa was also a good way to deal with that. Christy had rarely ever felt less grown-up than this; ‘a well-spanked child’ would actually be the best definition. But even though she was repentant and more or less convinced of her wrongdoing, she did not want to be considered a child anymore. Alyssa treated her like an adult, and there was nothing Chris wanted more than that, in that frame.

What she didn’t quite know, though, is that the age difference between her and Alyssa could be unsettling at times. Usually they got along well (there existed a big sister/little sister kind of relationship that they both longed for, being only children in their families) but sometimes, well... stuff that Alyssa found normal was either not normal or not allowed to Christy. One of them was drinking, and as Alyssa returned from the kitchen with a can of beer, she offered one to the younger girl:

“There ya go kiddo... I won’t tell,” she winked.

Christy stared at her ‘older sister’ in shock for a few minutes. She knew darned well that she wasn’t allowed alcohol on a variety of levels. She also knew that if Haley were to find out she wouldn’t be sitting for a month! But this girl did look out for her, and surely one wouldn’t make a noticeable impression, would it? Haltingly, she reached out her hand and clasped the cool can.

“Th... thanks Alyssa...” she said.

Alyssa winked again and tousled Chris’s hair. “Sure, kiddo. I know you’re too young and everything but hey it won’t hurt or anything,” she announced, shrugging, and turning her attention back to the TV. She was starting to feel bored though, and wondered whether her friends would be in for a round at the Prancing Pony pub, so she grabbed her cell phone and sent out a few SMS.

As Alyssa was doing this, Chris had popped open the can of beer. Her first sip had been quite hesitant, but she found that she fairly enjoyed the taste. The second and third sips were increasingly braver, and after that she was drinking it a lot more like she would a soda.

While typing away on the cell’s tiny keyboard, Alyssa glanced sideways at her young friend from time to time, seeing how she was enjoying her drink. She didn’t know, sincerely, if it was her first or not, but she knew she’d find out pretty soon! Chris didn’t realize she was feeling... and acting... different, even though she was. She was feeling sillier, although not obnoxiously so. This wasn’t all bad, she thought to herself with a goofy smile, and took sip after sip of the cold, bubbling drink.

By the time Alyssa had finished inviting most of her friends at the Prancing Pony, she saw how that one little can of beer was affecting the teenager... flushed face, idiotic smile... She couldn’t help but snicker a little, though she repressed it. She liked that kid, but oh, this would be so fun!

“Hey, you likin’ that,” she said. “I got plenty of others.”

Now, if she hadn’t been so tipsy, good sense would have kicked in and the girl would have just said no. But Chris didn’t have all of her wits about her, and seeing that she didn’t have much left of her first can at all, she replied, “Yeah, sure! I’ll have another if ya don’t mind...”

“Consider it done,” said Alyssa in a pretentious tone – her vocabulary usually only limited to ‘cool’ and ‘get the F outta here man!’. She walked to the kitchen and brought another can, grabbing her makeup on the way and starting to put some on. “We gonna go with some buds to the pubs... wanna come along?”

“Yeah, sure!” Chris instantly said, not even thinking before answering. Once she had her hand on the second can of beer, she popped the lid and took a large swig. She couldn’t believe she was being treated like such a grownup! Given beer, invited to a pub with other grownups, not just Alyssa!

This time the older girl didn’t mind showing a giggle, and she shook her head as she stuffed the makeup in her purse and went for her jacket. “C’mon kiddo, you’re gonna see how great it feels to tease the male waiters till they rip your bill and offer you dinner... and then let them down and walk away wiggling your butt!” she announced with a laugh, proud of herself.

By this time Chris had almost finished her second can, and was feeling quite out of this world. “Ssssounds great Lysha.....” the petite teen replied. She didn’t realize just how noticeable it was that she had been drinking... she just felt good!

“Oh my, you’re gonna look quite cool ya know?” Alyssa said as she grabbed Christy’s hand and hauled her up from the couch. “Wait till Jon and Rosa and the guys see just how much fun you are,” she added, smirking, knowing she couldn’t notice her teasing.

Christy would have blushed from the praise had she not already been so flushed. She gladly took her friend’s hand and went with her, and out the door.

They got into Alyssa’s car and drove for less than five minutes before the girl pulled aside and stopped the engine. The sign of the Prancing Pony shone of blue and pink neon light, and a small group of guys and girls was waiting in the front, waving to Alyssa. The girl checked her watch and saw it was nearly 6pm. “Shit, I’m hungry.”

Christy found that she was too. “Yeah, me too Lysha...” she said, smiling like a fool the whole while. “What kind’ve food they’ve gots here?” she asked, having no clue, since she’d never set foot in a bar before. For all she knew it was some kind of exotic stuff found nowhere else.

“Oh they’ve got everything you can think of,” the older girl replied, riding off the car. “Burgers and fries, steaks, hot dogs... all sorts of beer, liquors too! You see, it’s fun, and they’ve got live music. The Four Happy Dead Guys play tonight, gotta love those nerds,” and she roared with laughter as they approached her friends.

“Cool!” Chris replied, following just slightly behind her friend, weaving just a bit.

As they finally reached the group she misjudged her step and bumped into Alyssa. When she regained her balance she broke into peals of drunken laughter, and so did Alyssa’s friends, though a much older and taller guy with a smelly breath helped Christy up and surveyed her.

“My, Lys... this kid’s fucking pissed, what’ve you been up to?” That made the others snicker some more, while Alyssa rolled her eyes.

“You let go of my buddy, she’s cool. C’mon, I don’t wanna lose the show.”

With that the group made their way into the bar. Luckily they were well-known, and smuggling Chris in was no problem. They all grabbed a large booth and sat down.

Alyssa was by now quite eager to drink (lots) and eat something, herself, so she motioned for a waiter as the chatter started in the group. They were all boys and girls well into their 20s, some more cultured, some quite degenerate indeed, but all very rude and quite unpleasant in general.

Chris took a look at the menu. She found focusing on the small print rather difficult, but she was able to manage reading ‘chicken strips’ and decided to go with that. “I’ll take zhee chicken shtrips,” she ordered, her words slightly slurred. Thankfully, it could easily be mistaken as just having a speech impediment.

The waiter still cast her a side look, a suspicious one, but his eye was soon caught by the view of Alyssa’s breast through her thin shirt, and he let it at that, starting to get flirtatious with the older girl. Alyssa played along, and meanwhile, the first drinks started to arrive. One of her friends passed the pints around, pushing one in front of Chris too.

By this time, Chris was in no shape to object, and she gladly took it. Her first sip was more of a gulp, which she almost choked on! What Alyssa had had at her house had been much smoother than this! But soon she acclimated to the change, and was drinking it with gusto. And so were the others, who soon got lost in chatter which only occasionally required Chris’s attention. For the most part, the young teen was left aside, sipping her glass, even though Alyssa made one smart remark or two about how drunk she looked, patting her head for emphasis.

The girl, left alone for her entertainment, turned to listening to the band that had just started up. Chris found that they were playing tunes she knew, and knew quite well. She began singing to herself as they played. Without her knowing it, she started singing with what she called her ‘squirrel voice.’ This was the voice she used for a squirrel that was the main character in a quite stupid, but funny story she loved to tell. But anyway, as the music got livelier, so did Chris. Soon she could be heard by the other people at her table.

At first the others didn’t notice, since the place was rather loud and they were chatting, but then they noticed how Christy was going with the music, and Jon nudged Alyssa, raising his chin at the young teenager. Alyssa giggled and shook her head, while Rosa – who was entangled in a quite ‘exploring’ fondling session with her boyfriend – laughed out loud.

“Hey kiddo, know this song?” Alyssa teased.

“Yes I do!” Chris replied, still in her high-pitched, squeaky squirrel voice. She hadn’t picked up on the teasing at all in this state! However, what Alyssa had managed to do was urge her on, and she began singing increasingly louder and louder, until a number of tables were able to hear her. Her feet were tapping, not necessarily to the beat, she was singing loud and was totally oblivious to the small crowd of onlookers she was attracting.

Laughing almost too hard to speak, Alyssa patted Chris on her shoulders and brought her teasing up a notch: “Well then c’mon, be the fifth happy dead guy and show them all how good you are!” she said with a daring tone, which made Jon and the others burst out in laughter. The band members themselves were looking at the table with amusement by now.

That was all the goading Chris needed. She was up out of her seat in a flash, and pranced up to the bandstand. Once there she was singing in her squirrel voice at the top of her lungs, and ‘dancing’ which basically consisted of her flapping her arms and twirling around like a fool. It was actually a miracle that, in her state, she didn’t fall down on her arse right there.

Everyone in the Prancing Pony was having the time of their lives at Chris’s ‘prancing’, indeed... everyone but two people, who, as fate had it, were the last ones to enter. Two tall and quite built Police officers, one man and one woman, were amused by all the commotion, at first, but that was before realising that the girl singing like mad in the bandstand couldn’t have been older than, what, thirteen? Shaking her head, the female officer walked up to the stage, while Alyssa nudged Jon and they all promptly stood, ready to leave. Most of them were of legal age to be there, and drink, and everything, but most of them weren’t exactly in good terms with the cops either, and knew when to leave a place which would soon become hot.

“Hey girl!” yelled the officer. “Wanna get down?!”

Chris stopped in shock. She may have been a little out of her mind, but she recognized trouble when she saw it. “I...I...” she said, not quite able to formulate thoughts or words to use in her defence.

“You get down from the stage and let me see your ID, come on!” the officer edged her on, outstretching a hand for her to grab. Alyssa and Jon and Rosa and the others had sprinted out of the place already, meanwhile, with Alyssa throwing one last look at Chris and mouthing the words ‘good luck’... which was the ultimate teasing, of course.

Chris had a ‘deer caught in the headlights’ look. She felt so betrayed, not to mention scared! It took a her a minute, but she finally fumbled around in her jeans’ pocket, fishing out her wallet. She found her student ID, with the damning evidence stating her age of fourteen, and handed it to the officer. The woman glanced at the small plastic item for a second, then shook her head in disbelief and motioned her colleague over. They both took Christy down from the stage as the Four Happy Dead Guys resumed playing, and the woman didn’t sound or look pleased at all.

“I need your parents’ number, Christine Brimley,” she said.

Chris gulped. She was so dead! Her mind was whirling, and it took her a minute to come up with the correct digits. Finally she stammered out the number. “Uh... 555-8714...”

The woman jotted it down on her notes, still shaking her head. “Come on,” she said, taking Chris by the elbow. “We’ll call them on the way to your house.”

Tears started trickling down Christy’s cheeks. “Please, nooo...” she begged, shaking her head just a bit. She was dead meat.

“Actually,” the officer stated as she led the young teenager out of the pub, while her colleague started the car, “you will be lucky if we don’t charge you of anything. That’ll depend on your parents, we’re going to have a talk and then see,” she added as she ushered Chris into the car.

Christy gulped. She had never even considered that she might be charged with something! She allowed herself to be gently pushed into the squad car, feeling apprehensive and frightened.

The drive to the Brimleys’ home was short and fast. The officers were silent all the way, listening to the radio calls and exchanging a glance here and there. Often the woman, who was sitting in the back seats with Christy, would look at her as though she was checking on her, which she probably was. At last they pulled in front of her house. The officer rode off and opened the back doors, allowing his mate and Chris to get down.

“C’mon kiddo,” he said.

Chris didn’t say anything, but just sort of stumbled out of the car. As she walked with the officers the seemingly long trek to her front door she staggered, just slightly, a blatant sign of her intoxication.

Haley and Carly Brimley just could not believe what they saw as they opened the front door. They had been waiting on Christy to come home, yes, but not this early... and surely not escorted by Police. “Oh my God! Chris are you okay? What’s going on?” her mother asked apprehensively.

“Mr. and Mrs. Brimley, I presume. Well, we found your daughter in a pub which was clearly not for anyone her age. She appeared to be in the company of several older people.”

Chris did her best to blink back tears of nervousness and shame and she wobbled slightly on her stoop.

“You mean... you mean she was drinking?” Haley blinked, noticing the state his daughter was in.

“I’m afraid that is the case,” the woman officer noted, and she also saw the look on the girl’s parents’ faces: this was clearly a first-time issue.

“Chris? I... I don’t know what to say,” her mother stammered. “I never would have thought you would sink to this level! Let me guess... it was that Alyssa, wasn’t it? I knew she was a bad egg...”

Chris could do nothing more than nod her affirmation while Carly turned to the cops. “I’m so sorry, officer. Alyssa was a college girl Chris USED to hang out with. She probably is responsible for... for this,” she said, indicating the mess her daughter was in.

Haley couldn’t but nod at each and every of his wife’s words, which he reinforced as soon as she was finished. “Well she sure isn’t seeing her ever again, and that’s not going to be the only consequence.” He thought it better not to go into deeper detail, basically not to embarrass Christy any more than she already was.

“Well, I see that this has been an accident,” the officer said, holding his belt like cops do, “and I’m sure it will be dealt with. There’ll be no charges, but this must not be repeated, Mr. and Mrs. Brimley, is that clear?”

Carly looked on with fierce determination. “Oh, you can guarantee that this will be dealt with,” she said, then turned to her daughter, “and it will NOT happen again, will it Chris?” Christy knew the look on her mother’s face, and it meant business. She couldn’t quite bring herself to speak, so she just shook her head ‘no.’

“Damn right it won’t,” muttered Haley, trying to contain his temper and not show too much just how upset he really was. As for the officers, what they saw was a very contrite young girl and two very angry parents, and that was all they needed to see in order not to charge her of anything.

“Well, we’re done here, then. You wanna choose your friends with better care, kid. Sir, ma’am. Have a good night,” the man said touching his forehead with two fingers.

“Good luck,” the woman added patting Chris’ shoulders.

The teen looked up at the cop with a small smile of gratitude, and stood off to the side as her parents escorted the officers out the front door. Once they had come back inside, they found a quivering, sobbing mass of teenager. Shaking his head, Haley approached Chris and gave a heavy sigh. What was getting into her? This was not his child, she would never do anything of the like, she was too good for that. Must be that Alyssa bitch, he thought to himself, now almost totally enraged.

“Are you okay, Chris?” Carly asked.

Chris started to nod, then wound up holding her head instead. She was starting to get one of the worst headaches in her young life. “My head hurts...” she mumbled, although why she didn’t know. She certainly didn’t expect any sympathy tonight!

“I’d be surprised of the contrary,” Haley stated, not without some irony. “You smell beer worse than a truck driver.” Carly shot her husband a side look, as though to point it out he’d better keep such comments to himself. Muttering an apology, Haley left the room and went to unleash his anger into a glass of very cold water.

“Why would you do that, Chris?” Carly asked.

“I don’t know!” she cried, and trying to ignore the pang of guilt her father’s words had created in her chest. “Alyssa handed me the first beer in her apartment, and I was gonna turn it down, but she was treating me so adult-like... after that I don’t really remember much. I feel so awful,” she cried. “I’m so sorry Mama!”

Carly sighed and shook her head as well, not trying to hide her disappointment. “Well, I really hope that was worth it, Chris, because it was the last time you hang out with her, let me tell you.”

“And it’s not about not drinking per se,” Haley roared coming back from the kitchen, “you know we love a good drink too, I shan’t lecture you on morals or anything... but you are NOT OF AGE, Christine Marie! You’re seven years SHORT of that, you know?” he yelled.

Chris winced at her father’s booming voice and overbearing appearance. “I... I know, Daddy,” she whispered in between sobs.

“Then why did you do it?” her mother chimed in.

“Yeah I’d really like to know,” Haley added. “Is it so important for you to please that Alyssa?”

“She... she made me feel grown up,” she admitted. “I wasn’t doing it to please her... it was more like being admitted into the adult world, I guess.”

“Again, you’re way too young for that,” Haley stated. “I can’t believe you did this!”

Just like in every ‘good cop bad cop’ game, Carly was being a little softer on Christy, trying to control her anger – even though, but she didn’t know that, Haley was making no effort at all to look angrier than he already was.

“Well, what matters now is that you’re okay,” her mother said. “But you don’t need that, Chris, you’re way smarter than that.”

“Daddy, I know that now!” Chris exclaimed, raising her own voice just a little. Turning to her more nurturing mother, she added, “I know I don’t, now, Mama... but I couldn’t see that then.” This was said much softer, in an almost pleading manner.

Carly nodded. Haley shook his head. There was an impending silence in the Brimleys’ living room for several minutes, before either of them said another word. It was just something too new and shocking to be fully understood at the moment. At long last, it was Haley who broke the ice.

“Well, why don’t you get a bath or something and get cleaned up? I’m sure Mum can help,” he said, he too in a somewhat softer tone now, though he didn’t look at her as he spoke, still too disgusted with the sight.

Chris looked at her father in slight confusion but appreciation. She nodded, and slightly tipsily made her way upstairs. First she grabbed her favorite night-gown, then proceeded to enter the bathroom where she ran a full tub of warm water. Carly helped her daughter prepare her bath, then let her alone for a while as she got into the bathtub. She and Haley talked for a while in the hallway, and after a few minutes, her mother knocked on the bathroom door.

“Need help? How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Other than feeling like a crappy, drunken daughter with a headache I’m great, I guess,” Chris said, a miserable attempt incorporate a little levity into the evening. “Honestly, I was just about to get out, Mama. Give me five minutes, okay?” Even as she spoke, she was pulling the plug to the deep tub.

“Of course... meet us in your bedroom when you’re done, honey,” she said, knowing Chris would know what that meant, and adding a term of endearment just to try and make her feel better. Her question as to how she was feeling was actually only aimed to see whether she could be ‘dealt with’ that very night, and Christy’s reactions and reply told her so.

Christy gulped upon hearing the words she had been dreading, but knowing were coming. She got up on shaky legs and dried herself off, then slipped on the soft, baby blue night-gown. After taking a comb through her hair (she didn’t even want to look at anything that might be making an acquaintance with her backside anytime soon) she opened the door of the steamy bathroom and made her way to her room.

Haley and Carly were there waiting for her. Her mother was sitting on her bed, looking at her lap and thinking. Her father was pacing the room, hands in his pocket as he often did when thoughtful. None of them looked in any way happy, and they were not. Especially Haley, who was more disappointed than he had ever been. He kept looking at Chris’s perfect homework, her neat notebooks and pencils, her school merits on the wall, her singing and dancing awards lined on the shelves... it was hard to think that his little girl was growing up so fast – and even wanting to boost the process.

“Chris, we need to talk,” Carly said, patting the bed aside her.

Chris gulped but nodded. She sat down next to her loving mother, snuggling in close, and realising that she wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for quite some time.

Sighing, Carly hugged her back and kissed the top of her perfumed, still slightly damp hair. “Baby, we want you to know that we’re very disappointed in you. We never thought you would do such a thing...”

“... but also that we know it was a mistake,” Haley added, as though completing his wife’s words, “and like all mistakes, it must not happen again,” he stated firmly.

“I... I know, Daddy,” she replied quietly. “I don’t suppose just my saying it wouldn’t would be good enough, would it? Because it really is true. I don’t even want to LOOK at the stuff EVER AGAIN!”

“That’s good, at least,” Haley said, giving a wee smile. “But you are right, your realising it helps, but won’t get you out of trouble, Christine.”

“It definitely won’t,” Carly added. “We do know you’re sorry, believe us, but you still will be punished for this, do you understand?”

Chris squeezed her eyes shut and elicited a small sob, but nodded. “I... I know...”

“Okay, honey,” said Carly. She kissed her forehead and kept her close for another minute, while Haley watched, arms crossed and more relaxed now. Then she detached from the sobbing teen, and ordered: “Go get the hairbrush, Christine. The big one.”

Sniffling, Chris left the room, dragging her feet on the way into the bathroom. She easily found the large, heavy brush that would soon be impacting her bottom. She knew from experience just how much that would sting and burn, but at least it wasn’t that dreaded new paddle that her father had made a point of going out to buy the day after her graduation. It was still in its bag, waiting in her father’s top drawer for the day it would get used. Chris shook her head though. She didn’t have time to be thinking about such things now! Sighing, she finally re-entered her room.

Carly and Haley hadn’t been saying a word while she was out, except for a: ‘You or I?’ from Haley and the brief, but determinate: ‘Me’ from his wife. When Christy walked back into her room, looking none too happy about it all, and rightfully so, her mother took the hairbrush from her hand and set it on the bed, and hugged her daughter. Leaving the discipline up to Haley most of the times was good, but there were moments, like that, when Chris needed to feel the presence of her mother as well. It was important, and Carly knew very well.

“Everything alright?” she asked, softly.

Chris nodded, eyes downcast, and winced at the increased headache this caused. She immediately stopped. “Yes, Mama,” she replied ruefully.

“Okay then. I’m not going to lecture you any further, you know what you did,” Carly said calmly. “Are you wearing underwear?” she asked in a whisper.

“Yes ma’am,” she replied, her voice also in a whisper. She hadn’t been told not to put any on; she could only hope she wasn’t in further trouble for it!

“That’s alright,” Carly said, noticing her apprehension. Hers was a practical question, just so she could remove them before having Chris over her lap. So she lifted the girl’s night-gown and told her to hold it up while she slipped her panties down to her knees and pointed at her lap.

Chris sighed, not in exasperation, but rather apprehension. Still, she knew this was nothing more than what she deserved. So she bent over her mother’s lap offering no resistance at all. She found the sensation slightly less comfortable than when she was over her father’s lap; her mom’s was much smaller and more angular.

It felt somewhat strange to Carly as well; it had been a while since Chris had last dangled across her knees and not across Haley’s. She quickly recollected the past spankings (few, actually) and ran through what she had to do, and once ready, she shifted Chris’s body so as to have a better “swinging angle”. Then she raised her hand and started to bring it down full force on her bottom, knowing she was not very strong and needed her best effort to make an impression.

She sure didn’t need to have worried, however: between her headache and her mother’s resolution, the hand slaps were making quite the impression. “Mama! Owie!!” Chris cried out pitifully.

“What you did was extremely irresponsible, young lady,” Carly said, resorting to the most classic scolding she knew, and kept spanking for all she was worth. “And we’re not going to tolerate any breaking of the law in this house, do you understand?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“I know!!!” Christy wailed pitifully. “I’m sorry!!!” She was wriggling, twisting slightly in her mother’s grasp.

“Not sorry enough, baby,” Carly said, almost in a whisper, not even sure Christy had heard that. She kept spanking until her cheeks were painted in a bright pink hue all over, then stopped.

Chris HAD heard it, and while she strongly disagreed with her mother, she knew it was no use saying so. Instead she just lay there, panting, glad for the break, but afraid that what was going to happen would be five hundred times worse than her mother’s ‘simple’ hand spanking. And she was right to assume that. Years of parental discipline had Chris know exactly what would happen when the hand-spanking stopped, and true enough, Carly reached for the heavy hairbrush and patted her daughter’s cheeks with it.

“This was an isolated incident... wasn’t it?”

“I’ve never done anything with alcohol except for the sips of champagne you and Daddy sometimes give me on New Year’s!” Christy cried. “I already told you! Please trust me!”

“I know,” Carly simply said.

From the other side of the room, where Haley stood with arms crossed, he added: “And that is the only occasion you will drink: under our supervision, in the house.” And he looked at his wife... who whacked Christy’s bottom with the hairbrush right away.

“Aiieee!” cried Chris automatically as her right foot jerked spasmodically. Her mother may not be used to spanking her, but she was surely doing a good job of it, anyway!

Carly stopped right away and raised her chin at Haley, practically ordering him to come over. Her husband complied, and sat on the bed aside his wife, placing a hand on Christy’s socked feet. “You’ll keep kicking to a minimum, honey, won’t you?” he said, while Carly spanked again.

CRACK!

Chris gave a shuddery sob. Normally a small kick wasn’t that large of a deal; her father could easily handle it. She didn’t want to make things difficult on her mother though. She still jerked a little, but she fought with all her might to keep from moving too much.

“I’ll... owwie!... try, Daddy,” she cried out.

Chris might not know yet, but that was exactly Haley’s purpose there, to restrain her from kicking too much when the spanking would get wild – and it would soon, knowing his wife. “That’s my princess,” he said, reassuringly. And true enough, Carly nodded and raised the hairbrush again, and brought it down in a regular left-right-left-right pattern on Christy’s already pink bottom.

“Mama!!!”

She cried pathetically as she sobbed. She tried to keep from wiggling at all, although it was quite futile. She had forgotten what a skilled spanker her mother was!, and ironically enough, Carly had forgotten her own skills too! Amazed at her new-found spanking glory, so to speak, she kept painting her daughter’s bottom a fiery red with the hairbrush, focusing on the sit-spots and putting quite some strength in each of those whacks.

“That was the last time... CRACK! ...you break a law... CRACK! ...Christine Marie!” CRACK!

“I know... Mama I know!!” Now her wriggling was becoming much wilder as her bottom began to throb. “Mommy, it hurts!!!” she cried, struggling slightly after some time had gone by.

The ‘mommy’ was a clear indicator that the lesson was sinking in, and though he clasped Christy’s ankles and restrained her kicking and squirming, Haley nodded to Carly, silently suggesting to continue. Not that she needed any advice though: she delivered the last few smacks as hard as she could, and deep red blotches appeared on Chris’s bottom before she stopped.

“MOMMY!!! “ Chris cried out in agony one last time before collapsing at the end of the spanking. She lay over her mother’s lap, sobbing heavily. It felt to her like her bottom was literally pulsating and that it was hot enough to fry an egg on... which it probably was, judging by the heat radiating from it. Christy’s parents looked at each other and both felt a pang of guilt for their daughter’s distress, but both also knew it was what it was called for in that frame.

“You can get up now,” Haley said, releasing the grip on her ankles while Carly set the brush aside and rubbed Christy’s back in slow circles. It took Chris a moment to muster the strength needed to do this task, but she finally managed. She stood unsteadily, and reached her arms out to one set of arms; it mattered not which came and held her, just so long as they actually did. And for a moment, it was actually kind of amusing, for both of them rushed to hug her, and ended up clashing on to one another. Smiling weakly, Haley let Carly hug her daughter and sat back on the bed, watching them.

“It’s alright, baby,” she said. “You won’t do it again, will you?”

“No, Mommy. I promise! I never want to feel like this again; and not just my bottom! My head too... why anyone wants to drink is beyond me...” she said while shaking her head.

“Mostly for the same reason you did it,” Carly said, “to look cool and grownup... because that’s why you did it, to have that Alyssa girl like you, isn’t that it?” she whispered, brushing her hair.

Chris nodded. “Yeah,” she admitted. “I really am sorry,” she sniffled. “I just thought I’d do something cool to make me feel better after... well, you know.”

Both Carly and Haley shook their heads, well knowing what their daughter meant; and yes, perhaps that week of punishment had been extra-hard on her, but they all know it was deserved. Carly didn’t want to break the hug, but a quick glance at her husband told her it was time to go, and so she did anyway. “Alright baby, now be good and have a good night, okay?” she said, kissing her head.

Chris sighed, a mixture of not wanting to let her mother go, and also true relief, for, as was quite customary for her after a spanking, she was quite spent. “Yes, ma’am,” she whispered, obediently letting go of her mother’s waist at last.

Carly pulled away as well, and left her daughter’s room, closing the door behind her. From behind Christy, Haley placed his hands on her shoulders and gently, but steadily, directed her towards the bed. “Come honey,” he just said, sighing.

Chris meandered the six feet or so over to her father. She gazed longingly at her bed, but there was no way she was crawling in until things were resolved between her and her father. She already knew her mother had forgiven her. The punishment had helped atone for the mistake, the hug was symbolic of the forgiveness. But she hadn’t received that hug yet from her dad, and she needed that comfort. She wavered by the bedside after approaching.

Haley sighed inside too as he approached the bed with her. He knew she had received a quite hard spanking indeed, as he could witness, but the message had to be driven home clearly... and it wasn’t just that. He wanted to make it clear to Christy that she had disappointed them, and for her to reconcile with them both she would have to endure two punishments. So, as he sat on the bed and took her hands, he said:

“Chris, can I be frank with you now?”

Immediately the teen knew something was up. Why was her father sitting down? Butterflies started doing a dance in her tummy, and she gulped. Still, she answered, “Y-yes, Daddy... o-of course...”

“Well, then,” Haley started, softly, “I want you to know I’m not only very disappointed... you know that of course... but I’m sorry for you. I never thought that pleasing that girl was so important to you, Chris, and I wonder if there is anything you wouldn’t do if she or someone else told you to. In short, I want to know how strong your morality is and when your reason kicks in, honey.”

Tears started trickling down the girl’s face again as she heard those dreaded words, ‘I’m disappointed in you.’ Still, she was rather confused by what her father wanted from her. “I... I don’t know what you want me to say, Daddy,” she squeaked.

Haley held her hands tighter and said: “I think I mean to say I can’t trust your judgement anymore, Chris, not if this is the way you use it. I thought that after that week you had learnt to know better than this, but apparently not. You need to work hard now and show me... show US that you can behave like the great girl that you are. Do you think you can do that?”

That did it; that broke the dam. She didn’t think she could remember EVER having let her father down this much before in her whole life! How could she ever, ever prove it? “Daddy, I’m sorry!” she wailed, crying as hard as she had during her spanking. “I... I’ll do ANYTHING!!” She was nearly in hysterics now, and she felt so lost and alone!

Haley figured his words would elicit a strong reaction from her, only, not such a reaction. Sometimes he himself, and Carly too, didn’t realise how much Christy depended on their opinion of her. On everyone’s opinion of her, sometimes, even though she was one of the smartest girls he had ever known. Smiling weakly, he said:

“Chris, you know we love you very dearly and that you are the most precious thing in our lives. And I’m sure you’re going to work hard on regaining our trust. We’ll help you and never let you down, do you believe me?”

Christy was too overcome by her sobs to say anything, but she nodded her head, hesitantly at first, then with more vigour. She had absolutely no idea what her father had in mind. The much needed hug? Surely not another spanking... She stood there, crying, very uncertain of herself.

Understanding the difficult situation she was in – well, not really, but at least trying to – Haley took his daughter’s hands and pulled on her gently until she stood at his right; then he became to half pull, half push her down across his lap, hoping she would get the message and wouldn’t force him to drag her over.

If she had been a little more prepared for this change in actions, perhaps the motion wouldn’t have caused a stir in the teen. But Chris was caught completely off-guard. She didn’t struggle on purpose, but she did twist slightly, trying to catch up to her father’s actions. “Daddy... wha-?” she asked. She mentally wasn’t too sharp, the alcohol having diminished some of her keenness of mind.

“... you did not expect to get off that easy, Christine, did you?” Haley said, now a slight note of sternness in his voice, though his face remained calm and controlled, perhaps even a little sad, like he was feeling inside. “Lie across my lap and let’s get this over with, your spanking is not over yet,” he added, giving her a little tug.

Even as she sighed and complied, she replied in a shaky voice, “Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he praised, and proceeded to adjust her lithe body across his lap. He lifted her night-gown, and since her underwear was still down, he saw the damage made by the hairbrush, some red splotches spread all over, which she would feel well into the next couple of days. Still, he raised his hand and smacked it down with force across both of her globes, in steady rhythm.

“Oowwwwwieee!”

She cried right away. Her bottom was already throbbing and very sore, and her father’s solid smacks were considerably worse than they would have been before the previous spanking. That did not keep Haley from spanking in earnest, though, just like one of his hard hand-spankings that Chris dreaded as much as the hairbrush, sometimes. His palm smacked the whole of Christy’s bottom and sit-spots, and after several ‘trips’ up and down, the colour had turned to a very angry shade of red.

By this time Christy was writhing around on his lap, kicking feebly with that little energy that was left in her, oblivious to the pain in her backside, her eyes blurred by yet another cascade of tears. “Daddy!! Please....!” she cried.

“Please tell me it’s the last time you do anything of the like,” Haley said, not slowing down. “And that it’s the last time you see that girl,” he continued, still smacking more fire in her derriere.

By this time Christy was ready to promise the world. “I prooomiiiiiissssse!!” she wailed, wanting nothing more than this steady barrage of smacks to end. She grabbed her father’s leg for support, clutching the cloth of the pants tightly in her little fists.

As much as it took him the best of his resolution, Haley continued until, almost one minute later, Christy’s backside was tending to crimson. There was only a slight sign of bruising, but he didn’t intend on using the hairbrush again, and that had been why he had nearly worn his hand off on her bottom cheeks. Finally stopping, he released his grip on her upper body and whispered:

“Shh, it’s over baby.”

“I’m... so... soooorry Daddy!” she cried. She needed that hug of forgiveness more than anything now, and waited for her father’s allowing her to get up.

“I know you are, sweetheart, and I’m sure it’s never going to happen again. Try hard, because your mother and I will be watching.” He didn’t mean it to be an ‘ominous presence’, only a helping hand, and he hoped she would receive it like that. “Will you let me give you a huge hug now?”

Finally, upon hearing those words, she scrambled off his lap and enveloped herself in the tightest hug. She had no other words she could even say at the moment. She knew she would have to watch herself for quite a while; how she could ever prove herself better than this she didn’t know. All she did know was that she was lovingly embraced in her father’s arms, and he still adored her, despite her mistakes.

Haley held her very close in his embrace, rubbing her back and kissing the top of her freshly-washed hair again and again, until her breathing would come down. He always treasured the post-spanking hug, but even more than the thing itself, he knew what a precious and important message it conveyed to Chris: that she was loved, and very much. Not that she didn’t know, because she did, but it was one of the things that it’s impossible to do too often or too much. It was always precious.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked after a while. “Anything you want to do before going to bed – and yes, I know it’s not even eight, but you are going to bed anyway.”

“It... it’s okay, Daddy. I’m really tired. But... I don’t suppose I could take something for this headache. I don’t want it to dull the pain of my bottom, honest! But my head hurts so bad...” She looked at her dad with pleading eyes.

“Oh sweetie, it’s alright, I’m getting you some Tylenol right away. And don’t worry about that,” he added with a smile, “nothing will take the pain away from your bum for a couple of days. In point of fact, you can wait till tomorrow after church to write the 5,000 words essay on laws concerning alcohol – sitting at the computer in my study, and not on the padded armchair.”

Chris winced. That would take forever! A senior’s term paper usually wasn’t more than 3,000 words and they had a month to write it! Oh well, she did deserve it, she supposed. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, and then for good measure she added, “Thanks...”

“Don’t mention it,” Haley said with sarcasm, then stood and went to the bathroom to retrieve two 500mg pills of Tylenol and offered them to her along with a glass of water.

Chris gulped greedily at the water as she downed the two pills. She hadn’t realized just how thirsty she was... and not for beer! After finishing the glass of water she handed it back and crawled into bed on her tummy.

Haley watched her doing all of those things, then helped her get into bed and covered her frame with the bed sheets, taking the comforter away since he knew how much she hated heavy tissue on her freshly-spanked flesh. He leant over to kiss the back of her head, and whispered: “I love you Princess Chris... never forget that, okay?”

“I love you too, Daddy,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow. Even as she said this she was drifting off into a deep sleep. At least they’re willing to give me another shot at proving myself... That was the last thought that drifted through her tired mind before finally losing herself to the land of Nod.

* * *

It was not until noon of Sunday morning, several minutes after Christy had turned her essay in, that Haley and Carly walked back into Haley’s study, where they had left the teenager earlier. Without saying a word, they each took a seat on the sofa, and Carly patted her lap, giving her daughter a small smile and nodding, all the while still Haley held the paper.

“Mama?!” cried the distraught teenager. She had thought she’d done a beautiful job on a difficult and boring subject, doing all of that research on Internet and everything, even using her best vocabulary!... Still, she knew better than to delay, so she slowly made her way to her mother and, raising her dress, began to bend over her lap for the second time in twenty-four hours.

“Oh no no no baby!” Carly said, taking Chris by her shoulder and helping her up right away. “I didn’t mean that, I meant: sit on my lap. Or your father’s, if you prefer.” She still smiled, but had now a bittersweet look on her face.

“It’s well done, Chris,” Haley said, meanwhile. “I wouldn’t mark it with an A if I was a teacher, but all things considered, it’s very well done.”

A huge wave of emotions rushed over Christy. Most prominent was relief, with a hint of embarrassment there as well. As her father had been talking she had tenderly sat on her mother’s lap. She didn’t spend as much time with her mother, who was often working. She leaned her head on the woman’s shoulder, drinking in the gentle scent of her shampoo and purring just a bit, relaxing. But then she sat up straight and looked at her father with a serious look on her face:

“I’m not in trouble for it being less than an A, am I?” she choked out.

It was Haley’s turn to smile now. “Why, did we ever give you a hard time at school for that? I seem to recall that A’s and B’s are always praised, aren’t they, honey?” he said, looking at his wife.

“Oh yes, definitely. It’s C’s we can need to talk about a bit...”

“... not to mention D’s!...” Haley said wide-eyed.

“... and F’s, well...” Carly shook her head and faked a shudder, then eventually tickled Christy’s belly to make sure she knew they were teasing her.

Chris smiled weakly, finally giggling as she was tickled. She couldn’t stand being tickled by anyone other than her parents; by them, however, it was just special. “I was just checking, you know,” she responded with a fake pout and a wink as soon as she caught her breath.

“Yeah, yeah, we know,” Haley said, stretching his hand to give her a small dose of tickles as well, on her neck, where he knew she was sensible.

“But what we need to know now, Chris,” Carly stepped in, catching her daughter’s eye, “is if you understand and believe what you wrote.”

Chris looked at her parents solemnly. “Yes, I do,” she whispered, completely shame-faced. “I... I was a complete idiot yesterday.”

“Do – not – say – that,” Carly scolded, punctuating each word with small taps to her forehead. “You wanted to behave like you usually don’t, and lost control.”

“That wasn’t yourself, Chris, was it?” Haley added, a weird look on his face that read ‘please tell me that you weren’t yourself, please!’.

She was getting emotional now, so Chris started crying slightly, a couple of sobs shaking her slight frame. “It wasn’t, Daddy, I swear! God, I swear! Especially after the first drink... it really went to my head. I don’t remember much. I know I was responsible for the first drink... I don’t know what happened then. I just was thinking of Alyssa and... dunno. I didn’t like feeling that way! I just... I don’t know how to explain it!” She flung her arms around her mother’s neck, sobbing.

Well before she did that, though, she was fully forgiven in Haley and Carly’s hearts. Had she given a nicely-presented speech, they might even have thought she had prepared it and did not mean one word of it, but either she was an Oscar-winning actress – and she wasn’t, since lies were so rare and so easily detectable when coming from her – or that was a genuine reaction, and real tears of repentance. And Christy never was a liar anyway.

“It’s alright baby, it’s all over now and you learned a lot, didn’t you?” Carly whispered in her ear as she squeezed her tight, rubbing her back and soft hair in a motherly way.

Chris lower lip quivered as she nodded in affirmation. She didn’t quite trust herself to speak; she was just relieved her parents understood.

“Alright, now,” Haley said, stroking her hair as well. “It was an accident, and it’s over with and forgiven. We move on, now, don’t we?” he said. Carly nodded and separated from Chris, looking at her and waiting for a word.

“Thank you,” Chris whispered, fighting to get her tears under control. She felt like there was so much more to say, but there just weren’t words for her emotions, so she left it at that, and smiled.

It was more than enough for her parents, and they just enclosed their beloved child in a warm hug, feeling a strong, united family like never before.

– 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.