Disclaimers in part one, under 18 shame shame, go tell your parents. 

Thanks to Don Landhill for all his help and editing. :) Feed back is always welcome. 
 
 

The hands of the clock continued their movement around its face toward bedtime all too fast. Jenny swallowed nervously as she watched the time, knowing what was going to happen next. Shifting on the hard wooden chair, her bottom still so sore and red, she was exhausted from the previous spankings, but was not looking forward to bedtime. 

Ben was also watching the time, knowing the agony his youngest child was going through. He was torn, part of him hated having to punish his little girl so strictly even though he knew she deserved it. He wanted to gather her into his arms holdings her to him, hugging her tightly, telling her that everything was going to be okay. Unfortunately he knew he could not allow this disobedience to go without punishment. Otherwise she would never learn, she would continue her wild and disobedience willful ways. That was something he simply could not allow. 

With a small sigh, Ben folded the newspaper he was reading and looked over to Jenny. "Jennifer," he said in his deep bass voice, "It is bedtime, go on up to your room and get ready for bed. I will be up there in ten minutes." 

Jenny started as she heard her father's voice, but she had known this time would come. She closed spelling book, placing it with her other books, and rose. "Yes Sir." She whispered, her voice barely audible. With a light step and a heavy heart, she moved to the stairs. 

"Good night little one." Adam said gently, moving to her before she could escape up the stairs. He picked up his diminutive little sister and hugged her tightly. "It will be okay, honey," he said, then placed her back on the steps. Jenny nodded, not really believing this, and scurried up the stairs, her heart racing as her brothers watched. 

Several minutes later Ben sighed again and stood up. 

"Pa, do you have to?" Joe asked, slightly nervous even though he hadn't been punished physically for better than 15 years. 

"Don't you start, Joseph," Ben growled in his deep voice, "I have to be firm with her or she will think she can do what ever she wants." Joe nodded slowly, wanting to say more but understanding how difficult this was for his father. 

Ben mounted the stairs slowly, his had trailing up the cherrywood banister, his heart feeling heavier than his step. Up the stairs, turn on the landing, then up the next flight of steps, to the second landing, Ben takes a deep breath and walks firmly down to Jenny's room, and opens the door. 

Inside Jenny had gotten ready for bed, and was back in the same corner as before, her soft crying the first sound Ben heard as he closed the door. He wavered for a moment, then placed the chair back in the same place as before. 

"Jennifer," he rumbled softly, Jenny turned her tear-streaked face around. "Come here" Ben patted his lap. 

Jenny swallowed, then moved to her Pa, her bottom still so red and sore beneath the snow-white nightdress. Quickly she bent over his lap, "Please don't spank me Pa, I am so sore " she begged, "I won't ever do anything like that again, never." 

Ben placed one hand on her back, the other was brushing a speck of lint off her up turned bottom. "I know you won't Jennifer, but you have to understand, what you did was very wrong and dangerous. You can't do things like that, shooting arrows at houses is DANGEROUS!" Without warning his rough work- hardened hand descended on her bottom, the spanks crisp and sound. He was scolding as he spanked 

"Someone could have been hurt, you disobeyed me, played hooky." A few more spanks, even harder than the first ones, rained down. "When you are sent to school, you WILL go there and learn, you will not play hooky, you will not shoot at houses, you will NOT disobey me!" 

During this Jenny was kicking and crying, her voice high as she screamed out, "whaaaaaaaaa paaaaaaa pleaseeeeee, no moreeeeeee" her tears were pooling on the floor, her bottom so hot, red, and stinging, feeling as if her Pa has lit a fire back there, which in a way he has. Ben's hand was as hard as any paddle. Then suddenly, he stoped. 

Jenny nearly screamed as she felt her nightdress being raised. Gripping the rung of the chair so that she doesn't reach back, she kicked her little feet and yelled "Noooooo paaaaaaaaa. . . not on the bare bottom, pleaseeeeeee. . . no more please paaaaaaaaa!!!" but her cries did no good as she felt the cool air of the room on her well spanked bottom. 

Ben bit his lip as he saw her swollen and bruised bottom come into view, bright red and hot to the touch. Ben shifted slightly and began spanking again. The swats were like shots in the room, mixing with Jenny's sobs in a strange sort of symphony. Deepening the red of her bottom quickly, Ben no longer scolds at this point, letting his hand do the talking for him, and making his point very well. 

Jenny screamed at the new onslaught and kicked harder, trying to levitate off her father's lap. Wiggling and screaming out, she finally fell limp over his lap, not speaking, just sobbing for all she is worth. 

Ben surveyed the crimson bottom facing him, a tear falling from his eye to splash on the center of one hot cheek. He let Jenny sob there for a few minutes, before lowering her nightgown, then turned her over in his arms and hugged her close, shhhhing her and cuddling her to his chest, letting her cry it out as he rocked her gently. 

"It's over for now, baby," his gentle voice rumbled, as his little one cried bitterly. Jenny clung to her Pa like a lifeline, crying so hard, the words of apology mixing with the sobs. Finally her cries slowed to hiccuping breaths. 

Ben looked down and seeing that she has cried herself to sleep, he lifted her in his arms and gently placed her in her bed. Turning her on to her tummy, he pulled the quilt over her, tucking her in tenderly. Ben leaned down to his little daughter, noticing the tears still falling from her exhausted eyes, and kissed her forehead gently, moving a lock of hair from her brow first. 

"Oh Jenny, " he whispered softly "I don't like spanking you my precious precious child, but you have to learn." He kissed her once again, and straightened himself. Moving the chair back to its place, he lowered the lamp to a tiny flame; then, with a puff of air, he blew it out. Looking again at his sleeping daughter, Ben moved to the door, and sliped out, closing it with a soft click behind him. 
 
 

to be continued in part 5