by Katie Bradford
"Katie, I am very disappointed in you. I never thought you would do something like this. I will not stand being used as a pawn in this little game you're playing with your father!"
I rarely ever saw Jennifer's dad angry, but that day sparks were flying.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bower, but..."
"There are no buts!" he yelled, making me jump slightly.
"You're just like my own daughter, and you lied to me! I plan on punishing you exactly the same way I would punish my own girls for this offense! I guarantee you'll think twice before ever involving me in your little antics again!"
Boy! If my stomach was flip-flopping before, now it was churning. I tried one more time to plead in my defense. "But Mr. Bower, I had to play in the game... the team needed me and Dad wouldn't let me play!"
"He must have had a reason, Katie, otherwise you would be playing..."
"I was late getting home!" I cried out indignantly. "He's not being fair! I mean you don't freak out when Jennifer's late... you expect it, especially before the big games..."
I could tell Mr. Bower was thinking about what I'd said. He had a thoughtful look on his face and didn't respond for several seconds. I was even entertaining the notion I was going to possibly talk my way out of this spanking. Hah! That idea was short-lived!
Finally, Mr. Bower looked straight into my eyes and said, "I'll talk to your dad about volleyball on your behalf, but that doesn't excuse you from what you did. The fact is your dad told you that you were not to go last night, and you did anyway! Not only did you go, but you got Jennifer and I mixed up in your deception as well by asking us to take you. Being a parent myself I know how nerve-racking it is to come home and not find your child where they are supposed to be!"
"He wasn't supposed to be home early..." I replied as if that was going to help my defense. All that did was show how conniving I had been.
Ignoring my comment, Mr. Bower continued talking. "Did you know Jennifer was punished for her part in your little frivolity?"
"But Mr. Bower, it wasn't her fault!" I cried out in dismay. I felt terrible getting Jennifer in trouble. That's why I hadn't seen her anywhere. She was probably up in her room.
"Oh, yes ma'am, it was. She knew exactly what you were planning and chose to be a part of the little escapade. As far as I'm concerned, she is just as big a liar as you are!"
I was flabbergasted! Jennifer had never complained about her father being so small-minded. He'd always seemed really cool and laid back. Now it seemed I was seeing the real Mr. Bower for the first time. And I wasn't sure I was going to like him very much.
"Now I don't know exactly what Jennifer has told you about the spankings she gets, but they are probably a little different from yours," Mr. Bower continued after a brief silence.
Nervously, I looked up and shook my head, indicating Jennifer hadn't discussed her previous spankings with me. I mean, we didn't sit around and describe how our parents beat the crap out of us normally. We would always say stuff like, "Well I really got it last night" or "Dad lost it"... never play by play of how we were spanked.
"I am a huge believer in reminding my daughters that their mother and I are in charge... not them..." He paused as he looked for some kind of reaction from me.
I had no clue what he was talking about but I had a feeling I wasn't going to like it. With my head hanging, I could feel my hands getting sweaty.
"Look at me, Katie," he demanded. "I want you to know exactly what is going to happen to you today. I don't want there to be any surprises."
As soon as my eyes met his, he continued. "Now, as I was saying... when I give a spanking... it's spread out over the day. I'll be paddling your bottom pretty hard in a few minutes, after which I am going to put you to work for a few hours, so you can reflect on why you were spanked. Then we'll finish up your punishment after we have a discussion on how you can improve yourself. Clear?"
I nodded fearfully.
"Ah, I can't hear your head nod, Katie. I asked you if what I said was clear. I expect you to answer me please!" he repeated sternly.
Swallowing hard, I squeaked out, "Yes, Sir."
"Good... now get up and lean over my desk. I'm going to warm your little bottom up first with the paddle," he said as he pushed back his chair and reached down at the same time, pulling out one of the bottom drawers. From it, he took out a long solid oak paddle. It looked a lot like the one Dad used at home, except there were no holes drilled into it.
Mr. Bower made no attempt to lower my jeans, which was one good thing. I was hoping the three layers of panties I had on would absorb most of the sting from the paddle! As long as the paddle stayed on my butt and didn't gravitate down to my thighs, I would be fine. At least for a while.
Slowly I got up and stood by Mr. Bower's desk, too embarrassed to lie across it, even though he had told me to do so. It was still hard to believe I was about to get my butt busted again so quickly.
I watched as he came around his desk and stood directly above me. Still I made no move to spread myself across his desk.
"What did I tell you to do, Katie?" he asked in a dangerously quiet voice.
Swallowing hard I whispered, "Lean over your desk..."
"So why are you still standing there?"
Without saying a word, I turned around, faced his desk, and rigidly bent over just far enough to say I was bending.
Pushing my back further down where my boobs were actually squishing flat against his desk, Mr. Bower leaned over, looked me directly in the eyes, and said rather tersely, "I'm going to take into account right now that this is the first time you've ever had a spanking from me, but when you come in later today for the rest of your bottom warming, you'd better do exactly what you are told the first time or there will be consequences! Do you understand?"
Afraid not to say something, I squeaked out a very timid, "Yes, Sir!"
He nodded his head with satisfaction and returned to his original position of standing behind me. I soon felt the paddle tapping against the back of my jeans, warning me that my bottom was about to start aching. And while he tapped, he lectured. I guess a dad is a dad, no matter whose dad it is. And of course because all dads seem to say the same thing, everything he said seemed to go in one ear and out the other, as I concentrated more on the paddle and worried about how hard he was going to actually spank. All of a sudden I wished Jennifer and I had discussed the spankings our folks had given us! At least then I would have an idea of what I was facing. As it was I was going into it blind.
I was so totally absorbed in my own thoughts, that the first swat took me by surprise. I hadn't been listening at all to what Mr. Bower had been saying, so when he finished lecturing and brought the paddle down in the square center of my butt... I jumped as well as yelped.
Once I knew the paddling had started, I was able to better prepare myself by squeezing my bottom cheeks together and gritting my teeth, which believe it or not, seemed to help a little.
I can't say the swats were any harder than Dad's were, but I was more nervous with Mr. Bower because I didn't know what to expect.
He planted about twenty solid swats across my bottom before stopping briefly.
"Spread your legs, young lady," he snapped, placing the paddle between my legs and batting it back and forth until I had spread them far enough for his satisfaction.
I could tell tears were on their way. Even with the extra padding, my bottom was starting to sizzle.
For a while after I was repositioned, Mr. Bower concentrated on my thighs, which of course had no protection except for my jeans, which wasn't much.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! GAH! Pleeeeease stop!" I cried out, feeling the fire setting into my thighs. He was relentless! The paddle had made its way up and down each thigh several times with no signs of stopping until I cried out. Then I'd wished I had kept my big mouth shut.
"When you start giving me orders..." he warned, "...the pants come down... so come on... take your jeans and panties off."
Forgetting my sore bottom temporarily, I looked back at Mr. Bower, who now held the paddle at his side, waiting for me to comply with his order.
"This time you will face a consequence if I have to repeat myself, young lady," he warned.
I knew he wasn't kidding, and I really didn't want to find out what the consequence was, so with tears falling, I began pulling my jeans and panties down my legs. Within seconds my jeans and all three pairs of panties were lying in a heap around my ankles.
"What's this?" Mr. Bower asked with annoyance as he bent down to take a closer look at what lay around my ankles.
My face flushed with embarrassment as I realized what he was looking at.
"Do you always wear three pairs of panties, young lady?" he asked when I said nothing.
"No, Sir," I replied plain and simple, afraid to say anything else.
"So why did you today?"
I wanted to roll my eyes and say, 'Dah!' but I knew what that would get me, so as nicely as I could under the circumstances, I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't know."
"Well, that's what I get for trying to be nice." He grimaced, standing back to his full height. "Apparently you are just full of little deceits and lies, aren't you? I can definitely see why your daddy has his hands full!"
I didn't agree with that statement, but wasn't about to argue with a man holding a big paddle!
"Spread your legs and get back into position!" he ordered. "You've earned a few extra swats with your little panty deception!"
Humiliated, I leaned back over his desk, feeling the air swirling around my anus, hoping it wasn't as exposed as it felt.
There were no preliminaries this time. Once my bottom was back into position, Mr. Bower started at the top of my left cheek and paddled in a full circle all the way around. He did this several times before my legs started getting jumpy, causing my cheeks to jiggle and wobble with duress. At that point I didn't even care if I was putting on a show for Mr. Bower or not. Words were caught in my throat, unable to pass the torrents of tears.
After an unreal amount of time and heaven knows how many licks, Mr. Bower finally stopped, put the paddle down on his desk, and laid his hand across my bottom.
"I think your little bottom is nice and warm now... what do you think, young lady?"
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