Or Treat!

As a Halloween treat, I've decided to write the end of my most recent story. If you haven't read part three, scroll down to today's earlier post, first, or this will TOTALLY not make sense. . . .

PACE YOURSELF, PART FOUR

As Jenna lay over her father's knee, her heart rate skyrocketed as she berated herself for her stupidity. Lying to him? Really? She had NEVER gotten away with lying to her father; what made her think she was going to be able to do so then?

Her awareness was acutely brought back to the heat of her father's hand resting on her bottom as he patted it sharply. Tears welled up in her eyes as she softly said, "Yes, sir. I really DID leave work 30 minutes late, and in order to make it to the game on time, I drove, um, rather quickly."

"Did you do anything else?"

One fat tear dripped down Jenna's nose as she answered her father's question. She had no idea what he had seen, and what he hadn't. Intently staring at the carpet, she softly said, "I was texting and driving, operating my GPS at a high rate of speed, driving very aggressively, and I flipped a couple of people off." Even quieter, she continued. "One of whom, sir, I think was you."

"You are quite correct in that assumption, Jenna. I'm not going to lecture you. We've talked about driving before. You haven't had your license long, but apparently, talking about my rules does no good. Everyone else's safety, not to mention your own, depends on being a careful and conscientious driver." He slipped Jenna's warm-up pants down, quickly followed by her panties. Her next breath cut off with a gasp of pain as his hand sharply fell at the top of her right thigh. Her gasps quickly turned to yelps as he very quickly reddened the bottom beneath his hand. There was no time to recover, and barely time to breath. Jenna's tears were flowing freely, her feet kicking, and she was steadily squirming when his hand stilled with a final sharp slap to the middle of her bottom. Her bottom was a bright red, and extremely warm to the touch. The spanking had been fast, but exceptionally intense. He stood her to her feet, and caught her as she almost lost her balance. Tears and snot were running down her face as she continued crying. She briefly met her father's ice-cold eyes, then glanced away. "Go get me your keys." She shuffled off, and quickly returned carrying her keys. She had stepped out of her panties and pants upon entering the office again. She swiped her hand across her face, smearing the snot and tears away as she handed him her keyring. He counted the keys, sat them on his desk, and returned to stand in front of Jenna. He held out his hand expectantly. "Sir?", she asked. Without a word, he bent her over his left hip and beat out a staccato rhythm as Jenna began crying again in earnest. He stood her back up, and held his hand out. She quickly left the room, still crying, and returned. She laid the spare key in his hand, and her heart sank. She couldn't believe she hadn't been willing to take the extra 10 minutes. . . . He pointed to his desk, and her eyes widened with fear. Meeting his eyes to ascertain his intent, her blood ran cold. Her sobs began in earnest as she walked over, and bent over his desk. Clutching the far side, she was stretched fully out. Her body was being wracked by sobs, and breathing didn't come easily. Her dad opened one of the drawers, and pulled out his paddle. Looking into the shiny surface, he took a deep breath.

He began to talk as he rounded the desk. "Jenna, driving the way you did is COMPLETELY unacceptable, and something that I absolutely will NOT, under ANY circumstances, tolerate. Do I make myself clear?"

Through the sobs, Jenna managed to answer. "Yes, sir."

Her father placed his left hand in her lower back, and pressed down slightly. Jenna took comfort, temporarily, in the warmth and contact it provided. The next moment, her mind exploded with searing pain as she let out an extremely loud, focused, high pitched yelp. The heat from the swat covered both cheeks, and the pain was white-hot. 5 extremely rapid follow-up swats landed in the same spot. The pain was agonizing, and her body was wracked with it. Sobbing across the desk, Jenna tried to force something out.

"Hush, Jenna." The next 6 swats were given at the rate of one every three seconds. Her father raised the paddle high, and allowed the snap of his wrist to carry it through. Screaming in pain, Jenna went limp across the desk. Sobbing out her pain to the world, she promised herself to never drive over the speed limit again, nor to wish flight upon anyone. By the time Jenna was aware of her environment, her father had already walked around his desk and sat down.

"Jenna, stand up." She stood and wiped her eyes and nose with the back of her hand. Her hair was disheveled, her face tear-stained, and her body shaking. "In order to get your keys back, you'll have to come to me of your own free will, at least 3 days from now, and accept another spanking. That will be the end of that episode. However, Jenna, we're not yet finished. Jenna, you did something far more serious than I know how to convey. You didn't break a rule. Breaking a rule is speeding when you know you shouldn't. Lying to me, Jenna, is an entirely different matter. I have raised you to value integrity, loyalty, and pride at all costs. How does lying fit into that scheme, Jenna?"

Tears flowing freely, Jenna said, "It doesn't, sir." Her heart was breaking as she considered her actions. She had hurt him; she had disappointed him. Her chest literally ached with the guilt and pain. "I am so, so, so, so sorry. I really am. . . . I just didn't want to. . . ." Miserably, she looked down. "I didn't want to worry you or disappoint you with the way I drove to the game. I don't usually do that."

"Well, I can hope that you never do it again. Do you not think I am FAR more disappointed now, Jenna? Not only am I disappointed, I'm hurt. I've NEVER given you reason to lie to me. I have always encouraged you to come to me, and you've been in nearly as much trouble over anything you've been open and honest about." Softening, he asked, "Why, baby girl? Why?"

Her tears began falling so much harder as she sobbed, "I'm sorry. . . . I don't know." He called her around his desk, and he pulled her into his arms as she cried. She buried her head in his shoulder as he wrapped her in his arms. He softly whispered into her hair, "Jenna, baby, I not only expect, but I demand, honesty from you. Is that too much to ask?"

Sobbing almost too hard to breath, she said, "No, sir." He gently carried her back over to the chair in front of his desk, and he sat down. He slowly turned her over his knee, and began to spank her, hard, but slow. "Jenna, I'm not spanking you because I'm angry. . . . I'm spanking you to ensure that you remember exactly how you feel right now, and remember my expectations." He spanked her firmly and slowly as she sobbed across his knee. From the backs of her knees to the crest of her bottom, Jenna was a bright, burning, glowing red. The crest of her bottom was pasty white from the paddling, and her sit-spots were a purplish red. The spanking lasted all of about seven minutes, but to Jenna, it was a lifetime. As her father's hand stilled, Jenna's sobbing began to slow. He rolled her off his knee and into his arms. "Shhh, baby. . . .shh. . .it's ok. You're forgiven, and it's over. Easy, baby girl. . . ." He rocked her as she continued to cry. His thoughts overtook him as he held his sobbing child. He was fiercely proud of his little girl, and he took his job of teaching her to be the adult she should be VERY seriously. All of that aside, however, his biggest lesson was one he hoped she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt. . . . that she was loved. He whispered into her hair, "I love you, baby girl. . . ."

She replied, without hesitation, "I know, sir, and I love you, too. I'm sooooo sorry . . . ."

Heart swelling with pride and joy, he soft replied, "I know, angel. . . . I know."