Caught Skipping School (Part #6)

"Next lesson girls. Disrespect for authority........both your being sassy to the cop and your lying to me falls under this category so this will be having a combined and severe lesson. Turn around and look at me now!" Dad instructed firmly. I slowly turned from my corner and cautiously glanced up at my Dad. Kristina turned from her corner and also focused on the agitated paternal frame pacing the floor. 

"My daughter had been raised to respect authority. If we all choose when to show that respect then there is no authority and without authority there is no checks and balance system and this world would be chaos. You challenging and defying authority weakens that authority. My little girl has been raised to understand this. Haven't you, Natalie Lynn?" Dad asked. I quickly answered, "Yes Sir." 

Dad continued to lecture as I focused on him slowly unbuttoning and rolling up the sleeve on his left arm. Seeing this always turns my stomach and catapults my heart into my throat. I knew I was about to get a good, hard whipping and just the thought drew fresh tears to my swollen, green eyes. 

"You were mouthy, sassy, vulgar, disrespectful little brats to that cop. He was doing his job in correcting you. YOU WERE WRONG! And you chose to speak to a campus officer like that??? I work with these people. So just as with your school, now the police I work with every day think I have raised a mouthy and disrespectful little brat with no reverence for authority. It reflects on me as a man and as a father. Have I not raised you better than that, young lady?" He scolded. 

"Yes Daddy, you've raised me a lot better than that. I knew it was wrong, I just didn't think and I didn't care and I'm sorry." I meekly whimpered out to him as his intense brown eyes bore holes straight through me. "DIDN'T CARE??" He barked as he approached me. I closed my eyes tightly, my body jumping at his elevated voice, I *hate* when he yells at me.....it is *very* rare and when he does it, it scares me and makes me cringe. I backed up against the wall and cried as my father stopped directly in front of me. "I'm so sorry Daddy." I apologized. He tilted my head upward and again held my eyes captive, silently chastising me for my naughty behavior as I fought not to turn away. "Care now, little girl?" He practically whispered. I nodded as tears cascaded down my cheeks and managed to audibly get out a "Yes Sir." 

Dad folded his strong arms across his broad chest and began to pace again as he lectured. "You both knew better than to be sassy to that cop. Then you both chose to lie to my face when I caught you red-handed ditching school here. You both fed off of one another during that traffic stop and again here when I confronted you. You both knew better but you fueled one another's naughty impulses and defied authority. I will NOT tolerate that behavior from my daughter or from my niece. Clear?" He asked. "Yes Daddy." I whispered. Kristina adjacent to me quietly offered a, "Yes Sir." 

"Both of you stack the pillows in the center of the bed and lay over them, bottoms raised up nice and high. This is an important lesson and it's going to be a hard one." Dad instructed. I slowly drug my feet over to my bed and slowly did as I was told, praying time would crawl, knowing I was in for a serious whipping. I rearranged the pillows multiple times, trying to stall when Dad snapped his belt next to my ear. I jumped and froze. "Get your ass over those pillows and stop defying me, you're about to get a severe enough strapping, do you want to make it worse?" He asked. I shuddered as he swore and promised a more intense lesson. I quickly started to crawl up on the bed as I replied over my shoulder to him, "No Sir, I'm sorry." 

I layed propped up by the pillows and buried my face into the backs of my hands, waiting for my whipping to begin and knowing this one was going to hurt......a lot!!!

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Four hard strokes of my Daddy's thick, leather belt bit into my tender bottom, criss-crossing on top of the bruises left by the paddlings I'd just received. I gripped the blankets tightly in my balled-up fists and shot my head back sharply inhaling as the sting set it. Dad walked to the other side of the bed and just as quickly laid into Kristina with his belt.

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"Owww." Kristina squealed out. "QUIET! Both of you....you deserve this and you know it. You need to stop thinking about feeling sorry for your bottom when I'm punishing you and instead start thinking about how you will behave appropriately in the future so you don't end up back in this position. Got it?" Dad scolded as he walked back to stand next to me. "Yes Sir." I quickly replied. Kristina immediately followed suit and respectfully replied, "Yes Sir." 

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Daddy whipped me hard. Applying a very quick and harsh dozen searing strokes to my bottom. I kicked my legs furiously against the bed and bit my bottom lip so I wouldn't scream out. My kicking seemed to displease him and he quickly gave me another dozen, even harder and he placed them up and down my tender thighs. 

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I buried my face in the blankets and cried hard. Any time I'm naughty enough that Dad decides I deserve a good whipping.....he makes sure it's a memorable one. I cringe just hearing the word. Seeing him unbutton and slowly roll up the sleeve on his left arm turns my stomach; as does hearing that distinct jingle of the buckle or hissing sound it makes as he pulls it off. Daddy's belt and I have a love-hate relationship......I love to hate it. 

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Daddy strapped Kristina's naughty bottom as she also buried her face in the blankets and squealed. He said nothing, the lecturing was done, now it was simply a matter of driving the lesson home.....and he took that job seriously as he walked from one side of the bed to the other....

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK ......me to Kristina......WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK ......Kristina back to me......WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK .......whipping us hard and fast as we fought to remain still and quiet and accept our punishments........WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

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"I will be back. You are to both stay right here, thinking about the lessons you've been taught today. NO TALKING!" Dad ordered as he walked out of my room.

I waited a minute or two until I no longer heard him in the hallway and I turned to my cousin and whispered to her. "That sucked." She shook her head yes and slowly rubbed her sore, bruised bottom. I brushed the tears from my face and whispered again, "I think we are done.....well you are anyway.....I might get another lesson about this later. I'm gonna hurry and get a drink of water....want one?" I offered. Kristina shook her head no, but didn't audibly reply. I giggled.....thinking to myself that she is a big chicken......yes Daddy said not to talk, but it's not like he would know, he wasn't right outside the door or anything......jeez. 

I took my drink and then quickly crawled back up on the bed, back into position with not even a minute to spare before Daddy came back into the room. 

"Any talking while I was gone, girls?" He asked immediately. My heart shot to my throat and I just buried my face in the blankets and pretended not to hear his question. "Kristina Ann.....were you talking?" Dad asked firmly. "No Uncle Nick, I wasn't." She quietly replied. "I see. Was my daughter talking?" He asked quietly.....too quietly. My eyes filled with fresh tears as I lay still, knowing I was in big trouble. Kristina softly spoke, "Yes Sir, she was." Dad sighed audibly and walked toward my dresser. I hid my face in the blankets and froze still, sniffling. 

I felt Daddy's strong, left hand as he ran it down the length of my red hair before grasping it in his hand and tugging my head to the side......forcing me to face him. He knelt down next to me and his dark eyes captured mine as a tear escaped and slowly rolled down my cheek. 

"I believe I told you explicitly to keep your mouth shut, Natalie Lynn. Now my niece, who has no discipline in her life was able to manage to obey me.....but my little girl....my daughter couldn't make it 3 minutes without deliberately disobeying me. Disappointing." He firmly scolded. I *hate* that word and I tried to immediately explain, "Daddy, I'm sorry.....I only said I needed to get my water.....I wasn't trying to disobey you Daddy.....please.....I'm sorry." I whined as I peered up into his steely, agitated gaze. His eyes narrowed at mine before speaking, "To get your water? So you got up too?" Dad asked. My eyes shot down, I was panicking inside, knowing I was only making this worse. Tears spilled down my cheeks at a consistent pace now and I simply shook my head yes. Dad glared at me......even from my peripheral vision, the look was unnerving. I hate when I make my father look at me like that. 

Dad immediately rose to his feet and I saw his paddle in his left hand. My bottom was so incredibly sore after my punishments that I couldn't imagine another paddling. I cried hard and threw my hands back, covering my bottom as I begged, "Daddyyyy pleassseee don't p-p-paddle me again.....p-p-pleassseeee." Dad tapped the paddle against his large, open palm and again gave me a penetrating glare. "I gave you two simple instructions to follow for 3 minutes......YOU CHOSE TO DISOBEY ME AND DID BOTH! MOVE YOUR DAMN HANDS, LITTLE GIRL!" Daddy shouted. My entire body jumped and tensed up as I again cried uncontrollably into the blankets and turned my face away from my angry fathers intense stare. It breaks my heart when he yells at me and I'd just made him do it again. I pulled my hands away from my bottom and brought them up to my face as I laid shaking and crying, my bottom elevated and waiting for Dad to paddle me again. 

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A hard and fast dozen and a half swats rained down on my incredibly tender bottom. Daddy's paddle is absolutely unforgiving. The immediate bite only sinks to a deeper throb. I cried hard and fought to keep my hands from again returning to protect my poor bottom. 

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He focused the last dozen or so to my thighs and sit spots. I squealed out to him, "Owwww, I'm sorrryyy Daddyyyy." I cried so hard I hadn't heard him sit the paddle back down. The bed dipped as he sat down next to me and slowly, firmly rubbed my back as I slowed my crying to gentle sobs. I slowly tilted my head to cautiously look up at his face. He reached out and swiped away a tear from my cheek with his left thumb as he pulled my eyes to his. "You know I don't like to have to paddle you like that....but you know I will if you disobey me, Natalie Lynn.....no more, clear?" Dad spoke softly but very firmly to me as he brushed away another tear. "Yes Sir." I meekly whimpered up to him. After another couple minutes of quiet but intense conversation of the internal kind, as my father again held my eyes captive with his own, he spoke again, "Alright ladies, both of you up....pants up, skirt down and sit down on the desk, let's make sure these lessons have sunk in." I slowly rose to my feet, with my fathers help, my skin stretching tight with every tiny movement. I gingerly lowered my skirt back down over my properly punished bottom, as Kristina raised her jeans just as carefully up over her own sore bottom. 

The next 20 minutes Daddy questioned us about our actions, the lessons he taught us and how we would behave together in the future. Thankfully, we were able to convince him that the lessons had sunk in and we would be good girls from now on. Kristina ended up leaving and Daddy & I spent another hour or so talking. He held me and I sobbed on his chest.....feeling pretty sorry for my poor, abused bottom. I was contrite......and he knew it. But I smiled more than once despite the tender state of my naughty bottom......because it feels pretty darn nice to have a Daddy that cares enough to discipline me when I'm a bad girl.....even if that discipline involved a paddle and his belt. :)