by Frank Martinet
It started the fall Hayley turned 18. She'd always been a cute kid, a fact that embarrassed her more than anything, but that year she became even more aware of her developing womanhood and learned she was beautiful. Always a tomboy, her annoyance at her suddenly top-heavy body and swelling hips was mollified by the attention she garnered from the male species. With her short blond hair, wide blue eyes, and plush, kissable lips she was every boy's dream. Even her parents noticed, her mother dropping hints of a modeling career, the polar opposite of Hayley's visions of making a living as a professional skateboarder.
"It's a crazy idea. I don't know anything about being a model."
"What's to know? You'd be great. You're so pretty!" said her mother. Mrs. Applebaum had modeled during her teen years, but never managed to break out beyond the local catalog circuit, a keen source of torment for her.
Hayley rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Forget it."
"Just think of all the money you could make!"
"I'd rather eat glass," spat Hayley angrily.
She felt a little guilty, for her dad had been out of work for nearly seven months and money was tight. Her mom was working extra hours at the dentist's office and they were economizing every way they could, but the savings wouldn't last much longer.
Still, the idea of modeling repulsed the teen. She knew several fashion divas at the school who would have killed for her looks and the chance, but all she saw were stuck-up airheads she couldn't stand to be around. Hanging out with people like that in the modeling community would be torture beyond endurance.
Her mother bugged her for months and even went so far as to introduce her to a photographer, but Hayley refused to pose for any photos and sent the man packing.
"That was incredibly rude," scolded Mrs. Applebaum. "Just for that, you're grounded for the rest of the week!"
"But Brad and I have concert tickets for Friday!"
"Tough cookies. You're not going."
"Fuck you!" cried Hayley, still seething.
"Fine, then you're grounded for the rest of the month!"
Hayley stormed to her room and slammed the door so hard the entire house shook and three framed photos on the staircase wall fell to the floor.
Two nights later, her parents approached her with the proposal.
"Would you still like to go to that concert?"
Hayley looked at her parents warily. Was this a change of heart or a trap of some kind? She shrugged. "Yeah."
"Your mother and I have come up with an alternative discipline plan, if you're interested."
"What is it?"
Mrs. Applebaum, with her arms sternly folded in front of her magnificent chest, crisply replied, "Corporal punishment."
Hayley's eyes widened. "You mean... spanking?"
"That's correct," said her father. "But not a spanking like you got as a little girl. This would be a big girl spanking. Actually two of them, since you'd you get one for your rudeness to the photographer and one for talking back to your mother."
"And a third for swearing," inserted Mrs. Applebaum quickly. "Don't forget that. We can't have our daughter using such filthy language."
"Three spankings?" gasped Hayley. "You've got to be kidding!"
"But you won't be grounded at all. The spankings won't last long, but the grounding is for nearly three weeks."
Hayley weighed the options. "When do I get these spankings? All at once?"
"Oh no, we'd spread them out. You'd get the first one tomorrow night. Then one on Saturday evening, and then the third one... I don't know, sometime the next week. We'd schedule it."
That sounded reasonable, though Hayley still wasn't sure. The promise of pain didn't really bother her - she was tough and hadn't even cried at all last year when she dislocated her shoulder or when she'd sprained her ankle so bad it had swelled up like a purple softball - but the whole idea sounded ridiculously childish.
"Just what would these 'big girl' spankings be like?" she asked.
"Your mother and I have discussed that in depth," said her father. "They'd take place in the basement. We'll clean out the storeroom down there and use that. It's practically soundproof. We don't want any noise disturbing the neighbors."
Hayley stared at her father in surprise. Did he really think she'd scream? She wouldn't scream no matter how much it hurt.
"You'll be completely naked," interrupted Mrs. Applebaum. "That's part of the punishment, not that I expect it will bother you much - you've never been very modest."
Hayley blushed slightly, thinking of the mooning incident last Halloween that got her suspended from school for two days. She'd been grounded for a month then, and it had been horrible.
Mr. Applebaum frowned at his wife, then continued. "As far as the spanking goes, I've got a big fat wooden hairbrush which should do a pretty good job warming up your bottom. Then, depending on what you did wrong, I could give you some licks with my old fraternity board or a sound strapping with a heavy strip of leather."
"She should get both for what she said to me!" snapped Mrs. Applebaum.
"Calm down, honey. We'll cross that bridge later. For now, Hayley, we just need to know what you think of this idea."
Hayley shrugged, noncommittal. She didn't like the idea at all. It sounded incredibly unpleasant. She wondered if it would hurt as badly as her shoulder. When the doctor had wrenched it back into place it had been excruciating, but it had only lasted a moment. Maybe this would be like that, too. That sounded worlds better than grounding.
"Can I think about it?" she asked.
Her parents looked at each other gravely. They seemed extremely tense and she wasn't sure why. Her father cleared his throat and rumbled, "Fine. But we need to know your decision first thing in the morning."
Hayley slept on it. Actually, she tossed and turned on it, lying on her bed in the dark until well after midnight, trying to figure out some escape. She didn't like either of the plans - she hated being grounded, but a spanking didn't sound much better. Maybe she could do chores or something else for punishment? She doubted her parents would go for that, however. With her dad out of work he'd pretty much done everything around the house that needed doing. No, it was just the two options and both of them sucked.
At breakfast, her parents studied her anxiously. Hayley stared at her made-from-scratch waffles with real maple syrup - a surprising treat considering their financial situation, especially mid-week - and finally made her decision. She'd really known about it for a long time, she just hadn't wanted to admit it. The truth was she had no real choice.
"Fine. I'll take the spanking."
"Spankings," corrected her mother, clapping her hands. She looked incredibly relieved.
"Good decision," said her father, letting out held air in a deep sigh. "Go on, finish your breakfast. The bus will be here soon."
Hayley dug in, frowning at her parents. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her dad had his arm around her mom and was squeezing her. The two looked as pleased as peacocks, whatever that meant. Hayley didn't like it. Had she made the wrong decision? She was half-tempted to change her mind out of spite, certain that anything that made her parents happy had to be bad for her, but then it was nice to see them getting along for a change and not arguing about money.
As Hayley left for school, she saw her father heading downstairs into the basement. "I'm off to clean out the storeroom," he said. "We'll see you tonight."
Hayley had plenty to think about during the day, her thoughts during quiet times drifting to what was to come. She tried to imagine how it would be - her naked, going over her father's lap for a spanking with a hairbrush. It seemed surreal. She wasn't a five-year-old. Daddy would see everything. Hayley turned a little pink thinking of that, but then hadn't he bathed her when she was a kid? Didn't she used to run around the backyard starkers in the summer because clothes were too hot?
Showering after gym class, Hayley rinsed off her naked body and slowed dried herself with one of the scratchy white towels. She saw the naked bottoms of her friends and wondered if her spanking would leave marks on display the next time she showered here. Her dad had talked about using a leather belt - that might leave stripes that would last for a day or two. Would she have to skip P.E.? She enjoyed P.E. It was her favorite class.
Arriving home after school, Hayley usually went right to the kitchen for a snack, but she didn't feel very hungry on this day. She picked at her salad at dinner and only ate her soup. She refused the chicken, her usually-robust stomach twitching uncomfortably. She wasn't sure if she was afraid (She was never afraid of anything!) but finally decided it was the dreadful anticipation that was getting to her.
"Can't we just go get this over with?" she finally asked her father.
He shook his head sternly. "No. I told you, we're doing it at eight o'clock sharp. Not before."
Hayley didn't see what difference it made, but her father was so adamant that she didn't argue. She guessed he was just trying to make her miserable... and succeeding.
Of course, eight o'clock came much too soon. One minute it was supper at six and then, after a restless period in her room, it was suddenly time to head downstairs. Hayley followed her parents nervously. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stopped and stared in surprise. She hadn't been in the junkyard of a basement in a while, but her dad must have really cleaned it up. A lot of the stuff was gone, perhaps thrown away, and dozens of boxes had been neatly stacked along one wall.
Where the small storage room had created an L-shaped basement, there was now a new wall Hayley didn't remember. It made the room a simple rectangle. The new wall wasn't completely finished - it was just bare drywall without paint - but there was already a door at the far end. It was closed and Hayley noted that it had a deadbolt, which seemed odd for an interior door.
"You built a whole new room?" she asked her dad. The new space was at least twenty feet long making it four times bigger than the old room. She wondered how he got the money for the building supplies.
"Just for storage," he said dismissively, ushering her to the old room. Its door was wide open. The chamber was completely empty except for a small wooden bench. Her father had swept it clean so that the cold concrete floor wasn't even dusty. The room was perhaps five feet wide by ten feet deep. Along the far wall her dad had installed a huge mirror. It was even bigger than the one in Hayley's bathroom!
"What's that for?"
"So you can see yourself," he said smugly. "I think you'll learn your lesson a lot better if you can see how you look during your spanking."
"That sounds fucked up," Hayley muttered, but she said it so softly that no one heard her, which was probably best.
She heard the door thump shut behind her, trapping the three in the tiny space which suddenly felt stifling and cramped. Hayley looked up and saw a huge florescent tube light fixture on the ceiling. It filled the room brilliantly, illuminating every corner, but it was odd. Hadn't there just been a single bare bulb in here before?
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