by Ryan Rowland
Dan Nelson arrived back home much earlier than expected. It was a Friday night and he had been summoned by a crisis at the logistics company where he worked as a computer database manager. A software glitch had endangered the on-time delivery of hundreds of shipments and the new tech support guy couldn't figure it out.
This caused another crisis because his wife had just left town to visit her mother and wouldn't be home until Sunday afternoon. Taking three-year-old Tommy to the office with him wasn't practical so he needed a sitter in a hurry. Fortunately, their usual sitter, Heather, had agreed to cancel her plans and hurry over. Heather was the cute, blonde teen-aged daughter of one of guys in Dan's bowling league, and she had always been reliable.
He'd expected to be working until well after midnight but the software bug had been simpler than expected to fix and Dan arrived back just before 10:00pm. He was grateful to Heather for coming on such short notice on a Friday night so he intended to pay her for her time until 1:00am. at double her usual rate.
Dan opened the front door and was surprised to find the living room empty and the house quiet. He'd expected Heather would be watching television as she usually did.
He looked in the kitchen. "Heather?"
No answer. The bathroom was empty with the door open and the light off. Dan called out again, "Heather, are you here?"
Again, no answer.
Alarmed now, Dan rushed to Tommy's room. He was relieved to find his son safely tucked into his bed and sleeping peacefully. But where was Heather?
Continuing down the hall and around the corner, he saw light coming from under the closed door of the bedroom Dan shared with his wife. Music was coming from inside. That was strange. Heather knew the master bedroom was private and off limits to her.
Slowly and cautiously, Dan turned the knob. The first thing he saw as the door swung open was a pile of clothing on the floor. Then he saw the closet door was open and a box of his and his wife's sex toys had been pulled out. He pushed the door completely open and was shocked to see Heather, completely nude, lying on the bed. She lay on her back with her eyes closed and her lips moving to the words of the song playing on the radio. She had her knees drawn up she was stroking herself with his wife's vibrator. With the radio playing and intent on her pleasure, she hadn't heard a thing as Dan had entered.
Stunned, Dan walked to within three feet of the bed, stopped, and stared for several moments at the girl. "Heather!!" he yelled.
Heather opened her eyes and screamed as she saw Dan standing there. She dropped the vibrator, closed her legs and sat up, crossing her arms over her chest. Her face seemed to flash white and then red. For a long second, she was too stunned to say or do anything. Then she grabbed the bedspread and yanked it over her.
"What the hell is the meaning of this?" Dan demanded. He reached for the radio on the nightstand and turned it off.
"M...M...Mr. Nelson," she stammered. "I thought you wouldn't be home till after midnight."
"I don't give a damn what time it is! Why have you broken the rules, violated our privacy and... and... used our most personal and intimate things? Is this what you've been doing every time we thought you were safeguarding our son and our home?" he demanded.
Heather shook her head as she cried tears of shame and humiliation. "No! No! I'm sorry. I've never been in your room before. I was just curious and I... I..." She broke down into sobs and couldn't continue.
Dan took several deep breaths as he clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to get his temper under control. He was embarrassed as well as angry about what Heather had done. For the space of a half a minute, neither of them spoke.
"I hope you don't think I'm going to pay you for this," he said angrily.
Heather glanced over at her clothes. She desperately wanted to get dressed but Dan was standing between the bed and her clothing. "Please... may I get my things and get dressed?" she asked him.
Dan looked down at her clothing on the floor and then back at Heather. "I don't think I'm the one who should give them to you," he said slowly. "I want you to reach over to the nightstand, pick up the telephone and call your father. Describe to him the situation you're in and tell him you need him to come and pick you up right now. Tell him the front door is unlocked, so he can come on in. While we're waiting, I'm going to stay right here and you stay right there. I want him to see exactly the way I found you. When he gets here, you can ask him to give you your clothes."
As Dan was speaking, Heather's eyes opened wide and a look of horror spread over her face. "No, please!" she cried. "Don't make me call him. He'll kill me!"
"I think that's a bit of an exaggeration, but I hope he will take some appropriate action," Dan replied.
She shook her head. "Please, no!" she begged. "I'll be grounded forever."
"Well then consider yourself lucky you're not my daughter. If I was in his place, I'd take a belt and give you a good whipping you wouldn't forget for a long time."
"He'll do that too," Heather admitted tearfully. "But you don't understand! The prom is in two weeks. I can't be on restriction then. I've got to go with my boyfriend."
"That's between you and your father, but it's not my problem. Pick up the phone and call him."
"Wait. Please! If I can't go, my boyfriend will go with someone else. I might lose him."
"He must not be much of a boyfriend if he would dump you like that." Dan was mildly annoyed that he'd allowed her to momentarily distract him from the main subject.
"Well... I guess he's not exactly my steady boyfriend," she confessed. "Not yet. But I know he will be after the prom. That's why I've got to go! Look, if you don't tell my Dad, I'll babysit for you any time you want. As often as you want. For free! You don't have to pay me anything!"
"I don't know if that would amount to bribery on your part or blackmail on my part, but either way, the answer is 'No'. Do you think I'd trust you in my home again after this? Pick up the phone now or I will."
There was desperation in Heather's eyes. "Please," she begged again. "Don't tell him. I'll do anything." Heather's face turned an even deeper shade of red as she realized what she'd just said. With her naked in Dan's bed, 'I'll do anything' had an obvious implication she hadn't intended. She cringed and gulped. "Well, almost anything," she amended.
Dan was beginning to calm down a little and he almost cracked a smile at the look on Heather's face. "I'm glad you added that 'almost'," he said. "I wouldn't want to think you're that kind of girl. But you violated our trust and I think you need to be punished. I thought you might want to give your father your side of the story, but if you'd rather he hear it from me, then fine." He moved toward the phone.
"No, wait!" Heather cried desperately. "Okay. I admit I need to be punished. But you don't have to tell Dad. You could do it yourself. You said if I was your daughter, I'd get a whipping. Okay, just pretend I'm your daughter and you can give me a whipping."
That momentarily stopped Dan in his tracks. It was an interesting thought. He pictured it in his mind. He could have the satisfaction of punishing her himself. But he was concerned about the problems that might arise from whipping a teenage girl without her parents' consent, especially when he was alone with her in his bedroom. He shook his head. "No, Heather. I don't think your parents would approve."
"But they don't have to know! That's what I'm saying!" She had seen his momentary hesitation. "Please, please, please..."
Dan was sorely tempted but thought it would be smarter not to do it.
"How would you keep them from finding out? Don't you think they might suspect something unusual if they notice you're so sore you can't sit down? I think you might regret it if I agreed. You might find I'm as strict or more so than your father. And since I can't ground you as well, the whipping would be a severe one."
Heather swallowed hard as she considered that. "I don't care," she said nervously after a pause. "I mean I do care, but I've got to go to the prom. So, whatever it takes."
"And what's going to happen tomorrow at the dinner table when you have to stand up to eat your dinner? How are you going to explain that?" Dan asked.
If it's that bad, I'll just get a snack and eat in my room. We don't usually eat dinner together anyway. I won't let them find out. I promise!"
Dan had a beautiful naked girl in his bed, begging him to whip her. He wouldn't touch her except with a belt, but just that might get him in trouble. Besides, punishment was supposed to be serious and he was concerned that he would get too much pleasure from smacking her lovely bottom with a belt. He realized the impropriety of it, but despite all that, it was getting really hard to say 'no'.
I don't think it would work, Heather," he said after a moment's hesitation. "If you were my daughter, you'd get the whipping no matter how much you cried and begged. But you're not my daughter, so I can't force you. You would have to discipline yourself to hold still and take it without asking me to stop. That would be extremely difficult. I don't think you could do it."
"Yes, I can," she insisted. "I mean, I think I can." Her eyes pleaded with him to give her a chance.
Dan's resistance was crumbling. "You'll have to take it all until I decide you've been sufficiently punished," he told her. "You don't get any credit for half a whipping. If you move out of position or ask me to stop, I will stop immediately and the deal is off. There will be no second chance and you will call your father without further argument. Do you agree?"
Heather took a deep breath and nodded. It was the only chance she had, "Yes sir."
Dan walked over to the dresser and opened a drawer. Reaching in, he found what he was looking for. A wide, thick leather belt. Heather's eyes followed his movements with trepidation as he unsnapped and removed the buckle from the belt. He doubled it over so that he was holding both ends in his right hand, then with his left hand he stretched it out and flattened the fold as much as possible. He jerked it suddenly and Heather jumped at the sound as the two sides snapped together.
Returning to the bedside, Dan showed the belt to Heather. "You see that? That's what I'm going to use. And I'll do a thorough job. Are you sure you want it instead of calling your father?"
There was a tremble in her voice as she nodded and replied, "Yes sir."
"All right then, get up and bend over the side of the bed," he ordered.
Heather pointed to her clothes on the floor. "May I at least put on my..."
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