Caught Skipping School (Part #3)

"You in that corner, now." Dad ordered as he pointed across the room. He didn't have to tell me twice; I was relieved to be out from under his intense gaze for the moment, though I knew it wouldn't last. "You, go put your nose in the corner opposite your cousin, now." He instructed Kristina and she followed my lead and scurried off to her corner. 

I stood quietly facing the corner of the wall as I listened to my Dad pacing behind me. Every time I heard him come closer to me, I'd hold my breath. My little mind was racing. I've been through this process dozens of times, probably more. I'm not a 'bad' girl, but I have a naughty streak. When that naughty streak comes out, I get into trouble with my father. He and I seem to disagree on the definition of the term "acceptable behavior." So I've been spanked numerous times. It always hurts...it's always somewhat embarrassing being tipped over my Daddy's knee like a bratty 7 year old girl and soundly spanked on my bare bottom. Somehow, this, facing a punishment with not only a witness but accomplice, seemed sooooo much more humiliating. 

"Ladies, by my count, you've got 5 lessons you clearly need taught this afternoon." Dad announced from across the room. I rolled my eyes, knowing he couldn't see my face at the moment. "Turn around, girls." He instructed. I turned from the corner and stood facing my father, nervously chewing on my bottom lip and fidgeting with my fingers and the hem of my skirt. I glanced over at Kristina and saw she had the same pouty, nervous look on her face. I cautiously looked up at my Dad and did my best to inspire leniency with my wide-eyed, innocent, didn't-know-I-was-wrong Daddy's girl pouting. He quickly narrowed his eyes at me, my cue to knock it off, he wasn't buying it. 

"Let's start at the top, shall we.......skipping school. Either of you have an explanation as to why you didn't need to be in class today?" He asked. 

"Daddy I was sick..........of school. And it's not a big deal, I didn't ditch class on any important day, I go every time I have exams and crap like that." I started again to excuse my behavior, obviously not thinking. My father shook his head and glared at me, his eyes holding mine captive for several agonizing moments. My stomach was turning and I was regretting this entire day now. 

"Enough with your bullshit excuses girls. This is ridiculous. You can designate what days of school are important? Because you both at 16, know so much more than the administrators who facilitate your educations, right?" He scolded. Almost in unison, Kristina and I answered, "No, Sir." 

"You don't know everything, young ladies. Far from it. You'd be wise to learn this lesson today; if you ditch school again, you'll be more sorry than you're about to be now. Clear?" He warned. Again, Kristina and I answered together, "Yes, Sir." 

Dad picked up my maple hairbrush from my dresser and tapped it against his thigh as he spoke again. "Natalie Lynn, put the chair in the center of the room." My heart sunk, but I quickly followed his directions. As I positioned the chair, my eyes stayed focused on the hairbrush in my fathers hands. God, I hate that thing. It stings like hell and just a few well-placed swats will have me squirming and whimpering over his lap.....and he never stops at "a few." I knew I was about to get a memorable spanking but my only focus was to remain as stoic as possible.....I was *not* about to be crying over my Daddy's knee in front of my cousin.......I hoped. 

"Kristina Ann.....I want you standing right inside of the bathroom so you can hear your cousin receiving her first spanking before you receive yours. Go!" Dad barked as he pointed toward the door to my bathroom. Kristina quickly scurried off, obviously exhaling a sigh of relief that she wasn't going to be first. Dad returned his eyes to mine and his penetrating stare turned my stomach again as he quietly but quickly approached me. He reached out and caught me by my upper arm and marched me toward the chair. 

"Skirt up now, young lady." Dad ordered as he sat in the chair and placed the hairbrush next to him on the desk. I slowly raised my skirt and he quickly took me by the wrist and pulled me down over his lap. 

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Dad wasted no time at all in quickly bringing down his hard, heavy hand again and again on my pantied bottom. It stung, but wasn't unbearable. He didn't lecture at all, rather focusing his energy on properly punishing my naughty bottom as I lay over his knee. 

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Every swat seemed to fall harder than the last. My breathing was as rapid as the stinging swats raining down. He began peppering my thighs with dozens of harsh smacks that immediately had me squirming and wiggling to avoid the punishing swats. I grabbed hold of his ankle with my right hand and held tight to him, biting my lip and trying not to whimper audibly.

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The stinging slaps of his hand tested my resolve to remain stoic, but somehow I managed it. Just as I was praising myself for this small achievement, I felt Dad reach for the hairbrush. Stoic left pretty darn quickly. 

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"Owww......Daddy pleassseeee, I'm sorryyyy." I squealed as he paddled my upturned bottom with that damn brush. 

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I kicked my legs and whimpered out several times as I held tightly to his ankle. "Up, corner now!" Dad barked harshly as he swatted my sit spots hard with the brush. CRACK!  CRACK!  I quickly jumped up and rushed off to the corner, brushing the tears from my eyes and exhaling a sigh of relief that lesson #1 was over, for me anyway. Then remembering I still had 4 more to go, I again pouted and panicked as I listened behind me to Daddy calling to Kristina.

"Let's go Kristina Ann. Jeans down, over my knee now, young lady." I couldn't see what was happening, but I knew she had quickly complied because within seconds I heard my Dad's hand connecting with her bottom as he had mine a few minutes ago. 

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Kristina clearly had underestimated the strength of my fathers' hands......and she'd probably never received a real spanking in her life. She was very quickly sobbing and squealing out as Daddy punished her bottom. 

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"Ouccchhhh I'm sorryyyyy." She squealed. I heard the unmistakable sound of wood sliding across wood and I knew Daddy was about to take the hairbrush to her bottom. 

CRACK CRACK!   Two loud cracks echoed off the walls and a shrill from Kristina, "Holy shit! Owwwww." I started to laugh......I couldn't help myself. I was so shocked that she would react by cursing when he bottom was being paddled. "Kristina Ann, stand up." I quickly bit my lip to stifle my giggles. I heard my father rise from the chair and very quickly approach me from behind. I held my breath and shut my eyes tight. He grabbed my shoulder and quickly spun me around to face him. "Laughing?? You know better." He lectured as he quickly spun me back around and landed a half dozen searing brush strokes on my thighs. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK   I danced around in the corner, trying to wish away the sting. "First your excuses, then the sarcasm and now laughter Natalie Lynn. One more.....anything else out of you at all and I'll go downstairs and get the paddle. Do you understand me?" Dad warned as he applied another half dozen rapid swats. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK   "Owwww......yes Sir. I'm sorryyyy." 

"Kristina Ann, back to your corner." Dad instructed and I glanced over my shoulder and watched her shuffle off to the corner. Her bottom was already dark red, she obviously hadn't been spanked good and hard before; she marked way faster than I usually do. And I knew if Dad was going to be harder on anyone, it would be me, because I am his and I do know better. 

"Lesson number 2, young ladies.......forgery."


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