by Katie Bradford
"Shit!" Lori moaned as she hit the snooze button on her alarm. It was already time to get up and she was still so tired. She wasn't at all ready for that stupid History test third period. She'd waited until the last minute to study and had stayed up too late the night before cramming for it. She wished she wasn't a procrastinator but she was, and chances were she'd probably always be one. Turning over on her stomach, Lori buried her face into her pillow and in only a matter of seconds, had fallen back asleep.
Soon there was a soft knock on her bedroom door. "Lori, time to get up, honey," Mr. Martin called from the door. But when there was no sign of stirring, he raised his voice just a little louder. "LORI... TIME TO GET UP... school starts soon."
Still there was no rustling under the bed sheets that would have proved there was a live body beneath them. Mr. Martin sighed heavily as he walked into the cluttered bedroom of his youngest daughter and began shaking her arm trying to rouse her. It was amazing to him how anyone could live in such chaos but Lori seemed to thrive in it. Her room was almost always the messiest room in the house.
After a few more shakes, Lori finally began moving.
"Gotta get up, honey," Mr. Martin repeated.
"Ohhhhhhh Daddy..." Lori groaned, looking weakly back over her shoulder, "I don't feel well this morning. Can't I just stay home?"
Mr. Martin felt Lori's forehead and decided she did feel a little warm but not the 'staying home' kind of warm. "Well, once you're at school, you can always go to the nurse and..."
Lori knew where this was going. Her dad always said the same thing. If you start feeling bad at school just call me and I'll come get you. Except it never worked out that way. Lori would call and her father would just keep putting her off hour by hour until the day was done.
"Daddeeeee..." Lori interrupted, moaning even louder, "I really don't feel well. I think I'm gonna throw up any second."
"Well... you do look a little flushed." Her father hesitated briefly. "Okay..." he finally agreed, "but I want you to stay in bed and call me if you need me."
"I will, Daddy." Lori breathed a sigh of relief as she plopped her head back down on the pillow. Thankful for the extra studying time, she promised herself that she would study for her History test all afternoon. She'd sleep a little longer and then get right up and study without fail.
At least that's what she told herself.
An hour later, however, Lori found herself texting her best friend, Kim, who hadn't stayed home from school that day, trying to lure her to come over and pick her up. She hadn't had to twist her friend's arm long before they were both driving around in Kim's car trying to find something to do.
They spent the better part of the morning bumming the mall and early afternoon having lunch in Dairy Mart their favorite eating hole. Lori called her father every hour upon the hour feigning illness just so he wouldn't grow suspicious.
Reluctantly, Lori had Kim bring her home around three that afternoon so she could get back into her nightshirt and crawl into bed. She had no intention of letting her father find out she'd been goofing around all day instead of home where she was supposed to be.
But it was hard pretending to be sick when she was still so exhilarated from her day of playing hooky. Although, in her mind, she really hadn't played hooky because her father had allowed her to stay home.
She hadn't been in bed more than thirty minutes before she heard her father coming in the front door. Putting on her best sick act, Lori pulled the covers up to her chin and closed her eyes.
A few minutes later, Mr. Martin came strolling into Lori's bedroom and laid a few things on top of her dresser. Of course, as her eyes were closed pretending to be asleep, she hadn't noticed.
Mr. Martin was a businessman. A businessman who was often out about town trying to drum up business for his company. He was one of the best smooth talkers they had! He could get just about anybody to buy anything.
Imagine his surprise as he pulled his small silver Honda into Henderson's parking lot and saw two familiar figures across the street at Dairy Mart. At first, he thought he was seeing things. Lori was home sick in bed. But when he whipped out his phone to call home, he saw one of those two figures pull a phone out of their pocket just as Lori picked up. Well... he hadn't let on that he knew her whereabouts. But just wait until he got home later that afternoon!
Mr. Martin sidled up to his daughter's bed and sat down on the edge, laying his hand across her forehead as he asked softly, "How are you feeling, sweetheart?"
Slowly, Lori opened her eyes and replied as weakly as possible, "A little better, Daddy, but I'm still not feeling great."
"You still feel pretty warm, honey," Mr. Martin lied. "I think Daddy is going to take your temperature, okay?"
"Okay," Lori agreed.
Mr. Martin got up with a smirky grin that Lori had missed and walked over to the dresser to pick up the thermometer. Next to the thermometer sat a jar of Vaseline which he also picked up and brought over to the bed and set them on the nightstand where Lori would be sure to see.
Panicking, Lori asked, "Wh...what's that, Daddy?"
"A thermometer, honey. Roll over on your tummy so I can take your temperature."
Sniggering, Lori said, "Daddy! I'm seventeen years old! You can't take my temperature down there. Mom hasn't done that since I was a little kid!"
"Well sweetheart... this was all I could find in the medicine cabinet and your mom's not home right now to ask so just humor your old man, okay? Roll over on your tummy."
"Daddy!" Lori whined again. "I'm too old..."
"Lori Renee," Mr. Martin snapped, "I'd sure hate to spank you when you're sick but I will if you don't mind me. This is the third time I've told you to roll over on your tummy and you'd better listen."
With a huff, that was certainly depicting she was feeling better, Lori rolled over onto her stomach.
Mr. Martin was enjoying this immensely. His daughter had pulled a fast one on him that morning that would definitely keep him on his guard from now on. But at that moment... he was pulling a rather fast one on her. She had no idea he already knew about her day out. He was going to relish every minute of what was about to happen, even the part where he busted her bottom for lying.
Unscrewing the lid on the Vaseline jar, Mr. Martin plopped the glass cylinder inside and left it while he attended to the more important details.
Pulling the sheets back, he noticed Lori was wearing the same nightshirt she had worn that morning. Knowing it was going to embarrass his daughter, he slowly lifted her shirt up all the way to her perky little breasts and said, "Lift up, sweetheart, I want to take your nightshirt off. It's so long I don't want it to get in the way."
"Daddy..." Lori moaned, "Pleeeeeease!"
"Lift up, honey," Mr. Martin snapped.
Lori knew that tone and was afraid not to do as she was told. Soon she was lying on top of her bed with nothing on but her panties. But she knew that wouldn't last long as that's where her father intended to take her temperature.
She had been right. Mr. Martin's fingers slipped inside the waistband of Lori's panties and began pulling them down her rather fleshy bottom and on down her legs until he finally slipped them completely off and tossed them on the other side of her bed.
Lori was so embarrassed to be lying stark naked in front of her father. Knowing he was about to stick something up her heinie didn't help matters either. She could hear him preparing the thermometer but didn't want to watch as she buried her face into her pillow waiting for the dreaded moment of having it inserted.
Longer than she would have liked, Lori lay there waiting for the worst. She couldn't understand why it was taking her father so long. How long did it take to put Vaseline on the bulb of a thermometer?
Mr. Martin, on the other hand, was purposely drawing out the punishment. He intended for this to be a lesson his young daughter wouldn't soon forget. Maybe next time she'd think twice before pulling this little antic again.
Almost laughing when he saw Lori clenching her bottom cheeks, he said, "Relax your bottom, honey. I'm just taking your temperature... not spanking you."
The mere mention of the word spanking sent a chill up her spine. It was almost like her father was preparing her for a spanking. She was almost always forced to strip down to nothing for a paddling. Surely her father didn't know she'd been out of the house that day. Did he?
"Come on, honey," Mr. Martin coaxed. "Relax," he said as he inserted the thermometer.
Thinking he would leave while the thermometer registered her temperature, Lori was humiliated when he continued sitting next to her stroking her back and her bottom with the palm of his hand while waiting. Nothing was said for a minute or two but then Mr. Martin cleared his throat and stated talking.
"What did you do all day, sweetheart?"
"Nothing," Lori answered, hoping that's all he'd ask.
"Nothing?" he chuckled. "You didn't get up and at least go watch television or something?"
"Well yeah... but I just laid there on the couch."
"Mmmmmm," he nodded, giving the thermometer a little nudge pushing it down even further. "Well I'm glad you're feeling a little better. I'd really hate for you to miss school again tomorrow."
"Hasn't it been three minutes yet, Daddy?" Lori asked, frowning.
Mr. Martin patted her bottom. "I'm not sure, sweetheart. I wasn't timing it. Better leave it in for a little while longer just to be sure it's accurate. Now... tell more about your day..."
"Nothing, Daddy!" Lori replied sharper than she intended.
Ignoring her temper, Mr. Martin continued, "You know... I was over at Henderson's this morning visiting with the manager and I could have sworn I saw Kim across the street."
Lori stiffened. "I... I'm sure Kim was in school today, Dad. You must be mistaken. It was probably someone that just looked like her."
"Yeah... I might believe that but... there was a girl standing right next to her that looked strangely familiar too," he added as he pulled out the thermometer. "It looked a lot like YOU!"
Lori wanted to cry. She knew now her father had been toying with her the whole time. He had taken her temperature this way to prepare her for the real punishment that was bound to be coming up very soon.
"Well it looks like you are just fine and dandy, my sweet little princess. You'll be happy to know there will be school tomorrow."
"Can I put my nightshirt back on, Daddy?" Lori asked, already knowing the answer.
"Hardly, young lady. You're about to have a very red bottom for lying to Daddy, so you won't be needing anything for a while."
"Daddy, I really wasn't feeling good this morning..." Lori whined, turning to her side in order to face her father. "But then I started feeling better and..."
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