Meddling, Chapter 7 (M/FF, paternal)
Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 5:53 pm
I woke up early and could hear splashing in the bathroom, so I knew Ari was up, too. She came into my room to wait for me while I washed up and changed, and we went downstairs together. Normally, we laughed and skipped down the stairs, doing our best to wake Dad up as we came barreling in. This time? Neither of us made a sound and practically tiptoed down the stairs and to his office and stood in the doorway.
“Morning, Dad.”
“Hi, Daddy.” Both of us barely whispered our greetings. Dad ignored us until he’d finished what he was typing and then turned to look at both of us, just staring for a moment.
“Good morning, girls.” He stood up and pointed in the direction of the kitchen. I don’t know whether I was relieved or not that he wasn’t yelling or spanking us yet. As one, we turned and went to the kitchen, quietly sitting down at the table. Instead of tickling us and listening to us chatter, Dad just silently walked behind us and sat down where he could easily look at both of us and just … stared. Ever heard the phrase “you could’ve cut the tension with a knife”? So’ve I. I’d just never experienced it until that morning.
Finally, Daddy started talking to us, and I was grateful to hear that his voice was very calm, low and relaxed. The anger and coldness from the night before was gone. I knew we were in a LOT of trouble, but I felt so much better.
“I spent a lot of last night thinking. And, yes, Pam and I talked about what you two did, why you did it, what we thought about it, and what I planned to do about it.” ‘Pam and I??’ I didn’t DARE look at Ari, but that actually sounded really hopeful. “In fact, I decided on most of your punishment,” I winced at that word, “during that conversation.” Daddy paused and sipped his coffee, leaving us hanging. “So. First I’m going to tell you some good stuff.” ‘Good stuff’? There was ‘good stuff’?? I chanced a look at my sister, but she was staring at Daddy.
“I enjoyed meeting Pam. I enjoyed talking with her. Dinner was terrific, and we enjoyed talking over coffee after. We have a lot in common and, yes, she’s moving to the area. And, we’re both glad we had the opportunity to meet.” Again he stopped, and I opened my mouth to ask if they were going to see each other again. Ari’s quicker than I am, though, and she kicked my ankle. Hard. I closed my mouth.
“So. That’s the good stuff.” Daddy stopped looking at his coffee and focused on us. My stomach dropped somewhere to the vicinity of my knees as I waited for sentencing. But I wasn’t that lucky; Daddy had some talking to do before I found out just how dead I was going to be.
“Who is the head of this family?” His voice didn’t seem to change, and yet, it suddenly had no softness to it whatsoever.
“You are, Daddy.” I whispered my answer, and Ari nodded in support of it.
Daddy didn’t reply at all, just continued on. “Who makes the rules here?”
“You do, Daddy.”
“Which one of you is in charge of the other?”
We froze at that for a second. It was an odd question. I just shook my head in response, finally, and Ari whispered, “Ummm, neither of us?”
“Are you asking me that, girl, or telling me?” His eyes narrowed a little at her, and I was suddenly reminded of a hawk.
“T-telling you, Daddy.”
“So, you aren’t in charge of MJ, and MJ isn’t in charge of you?”
“No, Daddy.”
“And neither of you are in charge of me?”
We both shook our heads at him, wide-eyed and silent, not taking the smallest chance of testing his temper.
“And it’s always been that way?”
This time we nodded, still silent as statues.
“Right. So, then, this is what I figure. The two of you,” he raised one finger, “decided that you knew better than I did about my own life.” I really didn’t think of that as a spankable offense. But I had a feeling that, as he’d said last night, I wasn’t going to get a vote. I kept my mouth closed. He raised a second finger as he continued, “Having settled on that, you then made decisions about my life for me.”
Another finger. “You did the same with Pam.” Wait, he was counting those separately? But they were the same action! I opened my mouth, and closed it again. Immediately.
Another finger rose to join the others. “You did not once discuss any of these decisions with me, nor with Pam. That lack of discussion meant that you had to deceive both of us for several weeks.”
As he turned his hand to show us all five fingers held up, I was suddenly grateful that I said a single word earlier. Being the focus of his attention right now was not pleasant. “And you, Michaela, flat out lied to me at least once during that time.” Oh dear lord. I’d forgotten about that day. I whimpered, staring at his hand.
“Does that about sum it up?”
Hesitantly, and praying for a time machine so I could go back and kick myself for even THINKING about this, I nodded. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ari doing the same. Normally, Daddy would scold us for nodding, but he just accepted it. That didn’t exactly make me feel better.
“You girls are going to regret each and every one of those actions.” His voice was deathly final, and I burst into tears.
“I do, Daddy! I swear I do!”
“Nope. You think you do, little girl. You’re about to learn differently.” If I had boots, I would’ve been shaking in them.
“MJ, can you arrange things to stay here for about a month?” I blinked at him, trying to figure out where he was going with that. Normally, that’d be a gift, a privilege, a reward. But right now?? I hesitated.
“Umm, I think … I guess so, Daddy.”
“Go to my computer and check your work calendar. Now.” I blinked at him again, then looked quizzically at Ari, but I didn’t hesitate a second and stumbled over my own feet toward his office. I was still functioning with the game plan of not pissing him off any more than he was.
I was back a just a few minutes later, still confused, but nodding. “Yes, Daddy. No work travel or special meetings. I have some stuff planned with friends a few times during the month, but that’s all.”
“Not any more, you don’t. You said that you had taken Tuesday off?” I nodded, having absolutely no idea what was going on now. “Good, you and I’ll head back to your apartment on Tuesday to pack what you need to stay here. I haven’t decided yet if I’m driving you to work or if I’m letting you do it.”
He turned to Ari, “The only reason I’m not telling you the same thing is because I know you have some odd shifts coming up, and the commute from here is very difficult for you. Otherwise, you’d be getting your things on Tuesday as well. But I want you to start thinking and working out what days and weekends you can be here over the next month. I want that answer by the time you go to bed on Wednesday.” Just as confused as I was, Ari just nodded.
Daddy stared at us both, then nodded himself. “Because you girls are grounded. For a month.” If I kept blinking like this, he was going to think I was trying to send a morse code message with my eyelids.
“Grounded?”
“Did I stutter?”
“I –“
He cut me off. “Grounded. No television, no computer unless it’s for work, no going out without my permission. Ariel, you won’t be here for me to keep an eye on you for the next month. So, as much as I can’t trust you right now, I’ll still have to trust you to honor this as best you can.” That did it, she started sobbing. “No cell phone, either of you, unless it’s for work or you have my permission. Bedtime is now 10PM for both of you for at least the month that you’re grounded.”
My jaw had dropped. A month with no computer? No cell phone?! I wouldn’t make it. I opened my mouth to ask a question, and forgot whatever I was going to ask the moment Daddy turned to glare at me.
“Go ahead, girl. Say something. Fuss about that part of your punishment even a little bit. Fuss about ANYthing right now. Try me.”
The words may have been challenging, but he was warning me. And I wasn’t about to test him. I shut up, feeling just utterly miserable. Suddenly it hit me. I was living with him for a month. He saw my face as realization struck.
“That’s right. That’s why you’re staying here. Because, like your sister, I don’t trust you right now.” I shook my head, trying to deny that, as I started to sob. No punishment could be worse than the knowledge that we’d destroyed Dad’s trust.
He let us wallow for just a couple of moments, then continued. “I have Pam’s mailing address. You two are not getting it. However, after today’s spanking – and you ARE getting spanked today – you will both be sitting at this table and handwriting notes of apology to her. You meddled in Pam’s life as much as mine, and you are by God going to tell her you’re sorry!”
We both nodded frantically. “We are sorry, Daddy! I swear we are!”
He ignored the outburst and calmly continued. “Both of you are going to feel the paddle,” Ari wailed at that decree, “as well as my belt.” My turn to wail. “I thought about this a lot, girls. You’re not getting just one spanking. You’ll get two separate ones: paddle today and belt tomorrow. At least, Ariel is.”
I didn’t have long to wonder what Daddy meant, and my eyes flew even wider as he leaned across the table at me. “Girl, you are NEVER going to lie to me again. You’re getting exactly what your sister is getting today and tomorrow.” I stared at him, frozen completely into my seat. “But, Tuesday – and I don’t care HOW sore you are – I am going to wear out whatever is left of your butt.” He put his knife on the table and I stared at it in dread, afraid that I knew what that meant. “Exactly. I’ve never used a switch on you before, MJ, and I aim to make sure I never need to again.”
I stared at that knife, not touching it, until Daddy picked it up and handed it to me. I took the knife, still warm from the heat of his pocket with a shaky hand, holding it and raising tear-filled eyes to him. “Hold on to that, MJ. Every time you touch it, feel it, THINK of it, you’ll remember what it’s for. You’ll remember that you earned a switching that you’ll never forget. Because you lied to me. Flat. Out. Lied.” He looked at Ariel a long moment, then me again. “The ONLY reason you’re not joining your sister, Ariel, is because I don’t know that you lied to my face. You deceived me,” he had to raise his voice to be heard over Ari’s crying, “but you didn’t flat out lie. But I’ll tell you both now – LOOK at me, girls!” We both wiped our eyes and looked at him, misery all over our faces. “I’ll tell you now that I’m furious with you both. Mostly because of how you had to plan to deceive me. We’re never going to have something like that happen again. Ever.” I didn’t see Ari, but I knew she was shaking her head as hard I was. “I’m making a distinction today between deceit and outright lying. Don’t expect that to happen again. I catch you lying by omission, hiding things from me, trying to distract me from whatever is really going on, and I will treat it as lying. You got me?” Still silent, now we nodded at him.
Daddy just let us cry a little as he sipped his coffee, letting everything he’d said rattle around in our heads.
Grounded.
Paddle.
Belt.
Apologies.
Grounded!!
Shakily, I wiped my eyes and looked at him. “Daddy? It … I. Daddy, I talked Ariel into this. Please –“ I ignored Ari kicking me again under the table, and talked right over her argument. “Please, Daddy. It’s my fault, not hers.” I couldn’t let her go down for the whole deal. Ari would never have done anything if I hadn’t talked her into it. No matter what she said, I knew that. I couldn’t get her completely out of trouble, but maybe I could make it a little better.
The clenching in my tummy eased a little when I saw Daddy smile at me. It was small, very small, but it was a real smile and it was aimed at me and I thought I saw a little bit of pride in his eyes. “I know that, MJ. I know both of you pretty well. And I have a feeling you had to do a lot of talking to get Ari to go along with it.” He never looked at her for confirmation but, then again, he was right. He knew us both well. “The thing is, baby, you may have done a lot of talking but, at some point, Ariel jumped in with both feet. She’s going to pay the price for what she did, just like you’re going to pay the price for what you did. And when it’s over, for both of you, it’s over. We won’t talk about it again, and it’ll be forgiven. I won’t take that away from her any more than I would from you.”
How do you feel *happy* knowing you’re about to get the worst spanking of your life? He was amazing. He also wasn’t done.
“But, you’re right about one thing, MJ. Ariel wouldn’t have done this at all if it weren’t for you. So, that’s why she’s going to get spanked first. Both times. And you can just stand there and listen to your sister being miserable. Because of YOUR idea.”
I felt about an inch tall, and I turned to look at Ari. “I … sissy, I’m sorry!” She started shaking her head at me this time, but didn’t get a chance to say anything.
“So. It’s going to be a long day for all of us. Let’s get it started. Into my bedroom, girls. I’ll be in shortly.”
As much as neither of us wanted to extend the scolding and lecture Daddy had just dished out, even more we really didn’t want to go into his bedroom. We hesitated and Ari looked at Daddy to say something. Her voice just trailed off at his look, though. The smile, the pride, even the anger; it was all gone. Daddy’s expression was just calm. And very determined. With one sharp sob, Ari got up and ran down the hall to his bedroom. Finally, I stood up and trudged behind her.
In his room, I sat next to Ari on his bed, both of us holding hands as we waited. It wasn’t nearly long enough before there stood Daddy in the doorway, with that black paddle in his hand.
“Stand up, girls.” Daddy walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “MJ, you go stand there,” he pointed to a spot near the wall a few feet away. “Come here, Ariel.”
We looked at each other, sadly, and I moved out of the way. I was already hating this, and turned to face the wall. “Nope. Turn around, MJ. You’re going to watch while your sister is spanked.” I shuffled around, staring at the floor and utterly unable to watch as Daddy pulled Ari to stand in front of him.
Time seemed to crawl, but it was really only about a minute, probably, before I heard Daddy give Ari the soft command to lower her shorts and panties and he tugged her over his lap.
I knew I was supposed to look, but I really couldn’t. I just couldn’t watch Ari being in trouble when I was the cause. I know that’s why Dad was insisting on this, but I just couldn’t do it.
When I heard the first slap of his hand against her bottom, I jumped. Ari and I are different in a lot of ways, and spanking is one of them. I tend to whimper right from the start, but Ari locks everything in until it explodes out of her. She can be quiet for a while during a spanking – something I envied. Especially now, because the only sound in the room for a long while was Daddy’s hard hand smacking her bottom and my whimpers.
Eventually, there was a pause and I glanced up. Daddy was rubbing Ari’s back gently with one hand, and murmuring softly. I have no idea what he said, but Ari started to cry a little. Daddy reached over and picked up the paddle, looking at me while he did so. And I realized then that he was nearly as miserable as we were. Unfortunately, he was also very very determined. Against my will, I watched as Daddy raised the paddled and brought it down, hard, in the center of Ari’s bottom.
That did it. Ari hated that paddle as much as I hated Daddy’s belt. She keened out a low cry from the first swat, and never stopped. I don’t know how many he gave her, I sure wasn’t keeping count, but I heard Ari’s reactions. He continued to crash the paddle down, each collision echoing in the room. Trembling both from the guilt and from the fear of going through the same event, I listed as Ari progressed from her low cry to a harsh yell to all out wailing. I hunched over, practically folding in on myself and covered my ears – which didn’t do a damn thing to help. I could hear every smack of that paddle into her already blazing red ass. And I could hear each of Ari’s reactions. Including when she finally gave in to deep, wracking sobs and stopped fighting against Daddy’s punishment.
He kept going after that, but only for a brief time. From the sound of them, they were what he called his ‘finishers’ – harder and faster, and all aimed at the sit spot. Ari howled the entire time, and I collapsed to the floor, pulling my legs up close to my chest and dropping my knees.
The horrid sound of the paddle clapping against Ari finally stopped. It took several minutes for her chest-heaving sobs to calm into tears and crying. It was a few minutes more before I could look up. Ari was cuddled on Daddy’s lap now with her face pressed against his neck, trying as much as possible to rest on her hip. Daddy just held her and let her cry, occasionally kissing her forehead. He gave her all the time she needed to get some of her control back, looking up at me a few times.
Finally, the reprieve was over. Daddy helped Ari to stand, leaving the panties and shorts where she’d kicked them off. He guided her into the kitchen to start her note to Pam. I heard Ari’s yelp as she sat down, and I heard her say something to Daddy. I couldn’t make out the words, but she sounded pleading. I wanted to go out and find out what was going on, but was much too afraid to move from my spot. I heard Daddy’s voice go up a little, and I heard Ari again. I don’t know what it was about, but it wasn’t like Ari to keep pushing Daddy. She must have pushed a bit too hard, because I suddenly heard several sharp smacks from the kitchen and Ari started crying harder. Now I could understand what she said as she started shouting out, “I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m sorry! I’ll sit!”
I heard the chair creak as she sat back down again. This time, though, Daddy’s voice wasn’t quite so soft.
“You do NOT move from that chair without my permission, little girl. Are we clear?”
Oh, hell. I’d forgotten about sitting on the kitchen chairs. I bet Daddy’d removed the cushions.
I heard Ari sobbing, but didn’t hear her response. Whatever it was, Daddy must have accepted her answer and left her to her task. A couple of moments later, I heard a noise and turned to see Daddy filling the doorway.
He didn’t say a word, he just crossed to sit on the edge of the bed again and crooked his finger at me.
No matter how horrid it feels when Daddy tells me I’m going to get spanked, that feeling is nothing compared to that moment when the spanking goes from a promise to right there about to happen.
And that horrible, terrible, aching feeling is NOTHING compared to the spanking itself.
And now it was my turn.
“Morning, Dad.”
“Hi, Daddy.” Both of us barely whispered our greetings. Dad ignored us until he’d finished what he was typing and then turned to look at both of us, just staring for a moment.
“Good morning, girls.” He stood up and pointed in the direction of the kitchen. I don’t know whether I was relieved or not that he wasn’t yelling or spanking us yet. As one, we turned and went to the kitchen, quietly sitting down at the table. Instead of tickling us and listening to us chatter, Dad just silently walked behind us and sat down where he could easily look at both of us and just … stared. Ever heard the phrase “you could’ve cut the tension with a knife”? So’ve I. I’d just never experienced it until that morning.
Finally, Daddy started talking to us, and I was grateful to hear that his voice was very calm, low and relaxed. The anger and coldness from the night before was gone. I knew we were in a LOT of trouble, but I felt so much better.
“I spent a lot of last night thinking. And, yes, Pam and I talked about what you two did, why you did it, what we thought about it, and what I planned to do about it.” ‘Pam and I??’ I didn’t DARE look at Ari, but that actually sounded really hopeful. “In fact, I decided on most of your punishment,” I winced at that word, “during that conversation.” Daddy paused and sipped his coffee, leaving us hanging. “So. First I’m going to tell you some good stuff.” ‘Good stuff’? There was ‘good stuff’?? I chanced a look at my sister, but she was staring at Daddy.
“I enjoyed meeting Pam. I enjoyed talking with her. Dinner was terrific, and we enjoyed talking over coffee after. We have a lot in common and, yes, she’s moving to the area. And, we’re both glad we had the opportunity to meet.” Again he stopped, and I opened my mouth to ask if they were going to see each other again. Ari’s quicker than I am, though, and she kicked my ankle. Hard. I closed my mouth.
“So. That’s the good stuff.” Daddy stopped looking at his coffee and focused on us. My stomach dropped somewhere to the vicinity of my knees as I waited for sentencing. But I wasn’t that lucky; Daddy had some talking to do before I found out just how dead I was going to be.
“Who is the head of this family?” His voice didn’t seem to change, and yet, it suddenly had no softness to it whatsoever.
“You are, Daddy.” I whispered my answer, and Ari nodded in support of it.
Daddy didn’t reply at all, just continued on. “Who makes the rules here?”
“You do, Daddy.”
“Which one of you is in charge of the other?”
We froze at that for a second. It was an odd question. I just shook my head in response, finally, and Ari whispered, “Ummm, neither of us?”
“Are you asking me that, girl, or telling me?” His eyes narrowed a little at her, and I was suddenly reminded of a hawk.
“T-telling you, Daddy.”
“So, you aren’t in charge of MJ, and MJ isn’t in charge of you?”
“No, Daddy.”
“And neither of you are in charge of me?”
We both shook our heads at him, wide-eyed and silent, not taking the smallest chance of testing his temper.
“And it’s always been that way?”
This time we nodded, still silent as statues.
“Right. So, then, this is what I figure. The two of you,” he raised one finger, “decided that you knew better than I did about my own life.” I really didn’t think of that as a spankable offense. But I had a feeling that, as he’d said last night, I wasn’t going to get a vote. I kept my mouth closed. He raised a second finger as he continued, “Having settled on that, you then made decisions about my life for me.”
Another finger. “You did the same with Pam.” Wait, he was counting those separately? But they were the same action! I opened my mouth, and closed it again. Immediately.
Another finger rose to join the others. “You did not once discuss any of these decisions with me, nor with Pam. That lack of discussion meant that you had to deceive both of us for several weeks.”
As he turned his hand to show us all five fingers held up, I was suddenly grateful that I said a single word earlier. Being the focus of his attention right now was not pleasant. “And you, Michaela, flat out lied to me at least once during that time.” Oh dear lord. I’d forgotten about that day. I whimpered, staring at his hand.
“Does that about sum it up?”
Hesitantly, and praying for a time machine so I could go back and kick myself for even THINKING about this, I nodded. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ari doing the same. Normally, Daddy would scold us for nodding, but he just accepted it. That didn’t exactly make me feel better.
“You girls are going to regret each and every one of those actions.” His voice was deathly final, and I burst into tears.
“I do, Daddy! I swear I do!”
“Nope. You think you do, little girl. You’re about to learn differently.” If I had boots, I would’ve been shaking in them.
“MJ, can you arrange things to stay here for about a month?” I blinked at him, trying to figure out where he was going with that. Normally, that’d be a gift, a privilege, a reward. But right now?? I hesitated.
“Umm, I think … I guess so, Daddy.”
“Go to my computer and check your work calendar. Now.” I blinked at him again, then looked quizzically at Ari, but I didn’t hesitate a second and stumbled over my own feet toward his office. I was still functioning with the game plan of not pissing him off any more than he was.
I was back a just a few minutes later, still confused, but nodding. “Yes, Daddy. No work travel or special meetings. I have some stuff planned with friends a few times during the month, but that’s all.”
“Not any more, you don’t. You said that you had taken Tuesday off?” I nodded, having absolutely no idea what was going on now. “Good, you and I’ll head back to your apartment on Tuesday to pack what you need to stay here. I haven’t decided yet if I’m driving you to work or if I’m letting you do it.”
He turned to Ari, “The only reason I’m not telling you the same thing is because I know you have some odd shifts coming up, and the commute from here is very difficult for you. Otherwise, you’d be getting your things on Tuesday as well. But I want you to start thinking and working out what days and weekends you can be here over the next month. I want that answer by the time you go to bed on Wednesday.” Just as confused as I was, Ari just nodded.
Daddy stared at us both, then nodded himself. “Because you girls are grounded. For a month.” If I kept blinking like this, he was going to think I was trying to send a morse code message with my eyelids.
“Grounded?”
“Did I stutter?”
“I –“
He cut me off. “Grounded. No television, no computer unless it’s for work, no going out without my permission. Ariel, you won’t be here for me to keep an eye on you for the next month. So, as much as I can’t trust you right now, I’ll still have to trust you to honor this as best you can.” That did it, she started sobbing. “No cell phone, either of you, unless it’s for work or you have my permission. Bedtime is now 10PM for both of you for at least the month that you’re grounded.”
My jaw had dropped. A month with no computer? No cell phone?! I wouldn’t make it. I opened my mouth to ask a question, and forgot whatever I was going to ask the moment Daddy turned to glare at me.
“Go ahead, girl. Say something. Fuss about that part of your punishment even a little bit. Fuss about ANYthing right now. Try me.”
The words may have been challenging, but he was warning me. And I wasn’t about to test him. I shut up, feeling just utterly miserable. Suddenly it hit me. I was living with him for a month. He saw my face as realization struck.
“That’s right. That’s why you’re staying here. Because, like your sister, I don’t trust you right now.” I shook my head, trying to deny that, as I started to sob. No punishment could be worse than the knowledge that we’d destroyed Dad’s trust.
He let us wallow for just a couple of moments, then continued. “I have Pam’s mailing address. You two are not getting it. However, after today’s spanking – and you ARE getting spanked today – you will both be sitting at this table and handwriting notes of apology to her. You meddled in Pam’s life as much as mine, and you are by God going to tell her you’re sorry!”
We both nodded frantically. “We are sorry, Daddy! I swear we are!”
He ignored the outburst and calmly continued. “Both of you are going to feel the paddle,” Ari wailed at that decree, “as well as my belt.” My turn to wail. “I thought about this a lot, girls. You’re not getting just one spanking. You’ll get two separate ones: paddle today and belt tomorrow. At least, Ariel is.”
I didn’t have long to wonder what Daddy meant, and my eyes flew even wider as he leaned across the table at me. “Girl, you are NEVER going to lie to me again. You’re getting exactly what your sister is getting today and tomorrow.” I stared at him, frozen completely into my seat. “But, Tuesday – and I don’t care HOW sore you are – I am going to wear out whatever is left of your butt.” He put his knife on the table and I stared at it in dread, afraid that I knew what that meant. “Exactly. I’ve never used a switch on you before, MJ, and I aim to make sure I never need to again.”
I stared at that knife, not touching it, until Daddy picked it up and handed it to me. I took the knife, still warm from the heat of his pocket with a shaky hand, holding it and raising tear-filled eyes to him. “Hold on to that, MJ. Every time you touch it, feel it, THINK of it, you’ll remember what it’s for. You’ll remember that you earned a switching that you’ll never forget. Because you lied to me. Flat. Out. Lied.” He looked at Ariel a long moment, then me again. “The ONLY reason you’re not joining your sister, Ariel, is because I don’t know that you lied to my face. You deceived me,” he had to raise his voice to be heard over Ari’s crying, “but you didn’t flat out lie. But I’ll tell you both now – LOOK at me, girls!” We both wiped our eyes and looked at him, misery all over our faces. “I’ll tell you now that I’m furious with you both. Mostly because of how you had to plan to deceive me. We’re never going to have something like that happen again. Ever.” I didn’t see Ari, but I knew she was shaking her head as hard I was. “I’m making a distinction today between deceit and outright lying. Don’t expect that to happen again. I catch you lying by omission, hiding things from me, trying to distract me from whatever is really going on, and I will treat it as lying. You got me?” Still silent, now we nodded at him.
Daddy just let us cry a little as he sipped his coffee, letting everything he’d said rattle around in our heads.
Grounded.
Paddle.
Belt.
Apologies.
Grounded!!
Shakily, I wiped my eyes and looked at him. “Daddy? It … I. Daddy, I talked Ariel into this. Please –“ I ignored Ari kicking me again under the table, and talked right over her argument. “Please, Daddy. It’s my fault, not hers.” I couldn’t let her go down for the whole deal. Ari would never have done anything if I hadn’t talked her into it. No matter what she said, I knew that. I couldn’t get her completely out of trouble, but maybe I could make it a little better.
The clenching in my tummy eased a little when I saw Daddy smile at me. It was small, very small, but it was a real smile and it was aimed at me and I thought I saw a little bit of pride in his eyes. “I know that, MJ. I know both of you pretty well. And I have a feeling you had to do a lot of talking to get Ari to go along with it.” He never looked at her for confirmation but, then again, he was right. He knew us both well. “The thing is, baby, you may have done a lot of talking but, at some point, Ariel jumped in with both feet. She’s going to pay the price for what she did, just like you’re going to pay the price for what you did. And when it’s over, for both of you, it’s over. We won’t talk about it again, and it’ll be forgiven. I won’t take that away from her any more than I would from you.”
How do you feel *happy* knowing you’re about to get the worst spanking of your life? He was amazing. He also wasn’t done.
“But, you’re right about one thing, MJ. Ariel wouldn’t have done this at all if it weren’t for you. So, that’s why she’s going to get spanked first. Both times. And you can just stand there and listen to your sister being miserable. Because of YOUR idea.”
I felt about an inch tall, and I turned to look at Ari. “I … sissy, I’m sorry!” She started shaking her head at me this time, but didn’t get a chance to say anything.
“So. It’s going to be a long day for all of us. Let’s get it started. Into my bedroom, girls. I’ll be in shortly.”
As much as neither of us wanted to extend the scolding and lecture Daddy had just dished out, even more we really didn’t want to go into his bedroom. We hesitated and Ari looked at Daddy to say something. Her voice just trailed off at his look, though. The smile, the pride, even the anger; it was all gone. Daddy’s expression was just calm. And very determined. With one sharp sob, Ari got up and ran down the hall to his bedroom. Finally, I stood up and trudged behind her.
In his room, I sat next to Ari on his bed, both of us holding hands as we waited. It wasn’t nearly long enough before there stood Daddy in the doorway, with that black paddle in his hand.
“Stand up, girls.” Daddy walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “MJ, you go stand there,” he pointed to a spot near the wall a few feet away. “Come here, Ariel.”
We looked at each other, sadly, and I moved out of the way. I was already hating this, and turned to face the wall. “Nope. Turn around, MJ. You’re going to watch while your sister is spanked.” I shuffled around, staring at the floor and utterly unable to watch as Daddy pulled Ari to stand in front of him.
Time seemed to crawl, but it was really only about a minute, probably, before I heard Daddy give Ari the soft command to lower her shorts and panties and he tugged her over his lap.
I knew I was supposed to look, but I really couldn’t. I just couldn’t watch Ari being in trouble when I was the cause. I know that’s why Dad was insisting on this, but I just couldn’t do it.
When I heard the first slap of his hand against her bottom, I jumped. Ari and I are different in a lot of ways, and spanking is one of them. I tend to whimper right from the start, but Ari locks everything in until it explodes out of her. She can be quiet for a while during a spanking – something I envied. Especially now, because the only sound in the room for a long while was Daddy’s hard hand smacking her bottom and my whimpers.
Eventually, there was a pause and I glanced up. Daddy was rubbing Ari’s back gently with one hand, and murmuring softly. I have no idea what he said, but Ari started to cry a little. Daddy reached over and picked up the paddle, looking at me while he did so. And I realized then that he was nearly as miserable as we were. Unfortunately, he was also very very determined. Against my will, I watched as Daddy raised the paddled and brought it down, hard, in the center of Ari’s bottom.
That did it. Ari hated that paddle as much as I hated Daddy’s belt. She keened out a low cry from the first swat, and never stopped. I don’t know how many he gave her, I sure wasn’t keeping count, but I heard Ari’s reactions. He continued to crash the paddle down, each collision echoing in the room. Trembling both from the guilt and from the fear of going through the same event, I listed as Ari progressed from her low cry to a harsh yell to all out wailing. I hunched over, practically folding in on myself and covered my ears – which didn’t do a damn thing to help. I could hear every smack of that paddle into her already blazing red ass. And I could hear each of Ari’s reactions. Including when she finally gave in to deep, wracking sobs and stopped fighting against Daddy’s punishment.
He kept going after that, but only for a brief time. From the sound of them, they were what he called his ‘finishers’ – harder and faster, and all aimed at the sit spot. Ari howled the entire time, and I collapsed to the floor, pulling my legs up close to my chest and dropping my knees.
The horrid sound of the paddle clapping against Ari finally stopped. It took several minutes for her chest-heaving sobs to calm into tears and crying. It was a few minutes more before I could look up. Ari was cuddled on Daddy’s lap now with her face pressed against his neck, trying as much as possible to rest on her hip. Daddy just held her and let her cry, occasionally kissing her forehead. He gave her all the time she needed to get some of her control back, looking up at me a few times.
Finally, the reprieve was over. Daddy helped Ari to stand, leaving the panties and shorts where she’d kicked them off. He guided her into the kitchen to start her note to Pam. I heard Ari’s yelp as she sat down, and I heard her say something to Daddy. I couldn’t make out the words, but she sounded pleading. I wanted to go out and find out what was going on, but was much too afraid to move from my spot. I heard Daddy’s voice go up a little, and I heard Ari again. I don’t know what it was about, but it wasn’t like Ari to keep pushing Daddy. She must have pushed a bit too hard, because I suddenly heard several sharp smacks from the kitchen and Ari started crying harder. Now I could understand what she said as she started shouting out, “I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m sorry! I’ll sit!”
I heard the chair creak as she sat back down again. This time, though, Daddy’s voice wasn’t quite so soft.
“You do NOT move from that chair without my permission, little girl. Are we clear?”
Oh, hell. I’d forgotten about sitting on the kitchen chairs. I bet Daddy’d removed the cushions.
I heard Ari sobbing, but didn’t hear her response. Whatever it was, Daddy must have accepted her answer and left her to her task. A couple of moments later, I heard a noise and turned to see Daddy filling the doorway.
He didn’t say a word, he just crossed to sit on the edge of the bed again and crooked his finger at me.
No matter how horrid it feels when Daddy tells me I’m going to get spanked, that feeling is nothing compared to that moment when the spanking goes from a promise to right there about to happen.
And that horrible, terrible, aching feeling is NOTHING compared to the spanking itself.
And now it was my turn.