Naughty Irish Imp

Naughty Irish Imp

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Caught Skipping School (Part #4)


"Come here, young ladies." Dad instructed. I turned from the corner and slowly approached my father, full pout on display. Kristina slunk over from her corner to stand beside me in front of my Dad. 

"So as I sat in my office this morning returning emails, one of our campus officers came in and told me he had stopped my little girl and her friend speeding across campus and that you were brats to him. I assured him he must be mistaken, because my little girl was in school. He insisted it was you so I called the school; only to be told my girl was not there today. I drove over to the high school and went into the main office, where I was met with these." Dad explained as he laid out each of the 6 notes on the desk. 

"So, not only today did you ditch class, but apparently this has become quite a regular occurrence in these last several weeks. Am I right?" He asked. I quietly nodded my head yes and stood looking down at my feet. 

"Look at me, Natalie Lynn." Dad instructed. I slowly raised my eyes to meet with his firm, steely gaze. My stomach was in knots as I stood on my shaking legs, hesitantly looking up at my very angry Daddy. I started to nervously chew the corner of my bottom lip as I fought the urge to turn away from his determined, intimidating glare. 

"When your principal handed me these notes.....I was stunned." He started, I lowered my eyes but he immediately caught my chin and raised my face to his again. 

"As I read through each one, I just shook my head in disbelief. Not only is my little girl choosing to skip school, but she was doing it by using my authority and my signature. Do you realize how that made me look? Like I've raised a dishonest girl....a disrespectful and deceitful little girl who is so out of control that she will use whatever means necessary to get her way. In this case, forging her fathers signature to get out of class. It appears to the administrators at your school that I've clearly not done my job in raising you right. You cared about nothing else but getting your way.....forging my signature to do it.....using excuses such as your grandmother died??? You lied to them and to me by omission. I now look like an idiot who raises out of control brats. I can not tell you how much this disappoints me." Dad lectured. 

I hung my head and tried to hold back the tears that were filling my eyes. 

"Daddy I'm sorry. Please don't be disappointed in me, please?" I apologized as I pouted. I *hate* disappointing my father; his approval means the world to me and I hate letting him down. 

"Uncle Nick, we never meant to make you look bad because we didn't think we would get caught. And saying Grandma died as an excuse was kind of mean but we knew it would work better than saying her goldfish died." Kristina giggled. 

"Enough with the excuses, Kristina Ann." Dad snapped as he grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, pinning her to his thigh and tipping her forward as he applied a dozen harsh swats to her bare bottom. 

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"Owww." Kristina whimpered as I stood quietly, not wanting to risk the same treatment. 

"Your clever excuses are further attempts at manipulation, young lady and I wont tolerate it. Clear?" Dad scolded. "Yes Sir, I'm sorry." Kristina contritely apologized as she stood pouting next to me. 

"Though ridiculous......you made an important point in your excuse Kristina. You said you didn't think you would get caught. Your parents may not care enough to check on you, but Natalie will always get caught.....always. I love my children enough to pay attention and check on them. And Natalie knows better than to hide things and lie to me. I was tipped off today, but had I not been, she would have come to her senses eventually and confessed. You two didn't think.......period. You didn't think you'd get caught. You didn't think about how important the classes you were ditching could have been. You didn't think about how your actions would reflect on me or even yourselves for that matter. You simply didn't think. Am I right?" Dad lectured.

"No Uncle Nick, I guess we didn't." Kristina replied. I slowly peered up at my Dad, searching his dark eyes for reassurance as I spoke. "No Sir, we didn't think about any of that. Daddy I never would have intentionally made you look bad, I swear I wouldn't have." I explained. 

"I know you wouldn't have, Natalie.....if I thought you meant to do this and thought through all of the consequences and chose to do it anyway....that would be far worse. I know you didn't think it all through.....that's why children have parents.....it's my job to see around those corners to protect you when you don't think things through......and it's my job to teach you to think and punish you when you don't. Clear?" Dad asked as his eyes held mine captive. I sniffled slightly as I replied, "Yes Sir."

"Now, Kristina, since you didn't forge these notes, you may stand over here and watch while I punish my daughter for her ignorant and dishonest choice. I hope the days the two of you ditched were a lot of fun.......because now, Natalie Lynn, you're going to pay for that choice......bend over the back of the chair and place your hands flat on the cushion. You will not be missing classes again.....I don't care if I have to accompany you to every single one of them.....you're done skipping school, little girl......and you are done forging my signature!" He scolded as he took me by the wrist and led me to the chair. 

I slowly bent over the back of the chair and braced for my spanking. I could see Kristina out of the corner of my eye, watching intently. Dad slapped down the notes in front of me. I looked down at them and wished I could take it back......but I couldn't and now I was going to have to pay for that stupid choice. 

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"Ouch! Owww." I squealed as I instinctively tried to raise up. Dad's strong right hand pressed against the small of my back, holding me firmly in place. 

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I struggled to stay in position and fought the urge to reach back and protect my poor bottom and thighs from Daddy's assault. Kristina shifted from foot to foot in my peripheral vision, pouting but relieved that it was my bottom that was Dad's target and not hers.

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"Owww Daddyyyyy pleassseeeee." I cried out. Again and again Dad connected that awful wooden spoon with my bottom and thighs. 

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My tears fell down onto the forged notes in front of my face as Daddy paddled me hard. He was using a heavy wooden serving spoon.....bigger than a typical wooden spoon and oh my goodness how that thing stung. Daddy swatted the same spot two or three times back to back before moving to another. The burn was incredible and I wanted so badly to jump up but Dad's hand pressed to my back reminded me to stay in position, as difficult as it was. He turned his attention to my sit spots and my thighs......up one thigh and down the other.......hard, heavy and rapid swats peppering my sensitive thighs.

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"I'm sorryyyyy Daddyyyyy......Owwwww......pleaseeeee stop.....Daddyyyy it hurtssss." I squealed as I threw my hand back to cover my tender thighs from his punishing swats. 

"It is supposed to hurt, Natalie Lynn! You know better! YOU FORGED MY SIGNATURE AND YOU LIED TO ME!" Dad shouted as he snatched my hand away from my burning bottom and quickly pinned it to my lower back. I closed my eyes tightly and jumped when he raised his voice at me and then just hung my head and cried as he paddled me again. 

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I cried hard as Dad continued to spank me. Kristina shifted from foot to foot and sniffled, clearly feeling sorry for me. Dad had my hand pinned to my lower back as he spanked me and I wrapped my thumb and index finger around his fingers and held tightly to him as I cried down onto the forged notes.

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"Stand up and look at me, young lady." Daddy instructed. I was still crying hard as I stood up and cautiously looked up at my father. "Are you EVER going to forge my signature again, Natalie Lynn?" He asked as his penetrating stare made it difficult for me not to retract my eyes in an effort to escape his. I sniffled and answered, my voice shaking as I spoke, "No Sirrrr. I'm sorryyyy." 

"Tear them up, throw them away and both of you get your butts back in those corners NOW! Time for lesson 3.......drinking MY beer in MY house!!!" Dad snapped. I quickly jumped to tear up and discard the forged notes, tears still rolling down my cheeks. Kristina scurried off to her corner as I threw away the pieces of paper. I glanced up at Daddy, wanting him to pull me into his arms and hug me. I stood still, crying and hesitantly looking up at him, hoping to inspire leniency. When Dad turned from the desk and saw me still standing there and not in my corner......leniency was not on his agenda.

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He quickly grabbed me by the shoulder and landed a half dozen searing swats to my thighs with his heavy hand. "Ouchhh Daddyyy pleasseeeee." I cried out as he marched me to my corner, swatting again.

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"I told you to get back in that corner, little girl and I meant it!" He scolded as he pushed me to the corner. I stood there crying and looking down at the floor as I waited for lesson 3 to begin and felt sorry for myself.

************TO BE CONTINUED****************


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