skippingschool-3

Elizabeth soon found her standing before her father. She knew she was about
to be spanked and hoped it would be a hand spanking, but when her mother
produced a large oval wooden hairbrush and handed it to her dad, she really
knew she was in trouble.

As she found herself over her father's knee, she looked up at her mother for
sympathy, but didn't get any. She was tight-lipped and had her arms tightly
crossed her chest. It was obvious she didn't agree with anything Elizabeth
had done and for once was not about to interfere. In hopes she'd be swayed,
she called out, "Mom...please, I am sorry..." Her mom looked at her
daughter laying over her father's lap and almost felt swayed, remembering
the times she's felt that brush, but she had decided that Elizabeth deserved
everything she got.

Before this day was over, Elizabeth was going to have a new attitude as well
as a sore bottom. When her mom, didn't respond, she tried again, "Mom! I
won't do it again." This time, she did speak up, "Elizabeth, I'm sure you
won't lie again, skip school or forge anyone's signature again, because you,
my girl are going to be well spanked. You will remember this lesson for a
long time. Anymore arguments or whining aimed at me persuading your father,
will result in another spanking from me. Those days of you whining to me are
over. Is that clear?"

Elizabeth was surprised. She just stared at her mom with awe. She was
brought back to reality with an extremely hard smack on her overturned rear.
She yelped out in pain as he begin his task, striking one cheek and then the
other. There was no warm-up, the spanks were hard and fast and repeated with
such a rapid-fire manner, that Elizabeth was sobbing and crying
hysterically. That brush hurt more than she thought imaginable.

All the while, her father lectured. On what, Elizabeth probably wouldn't
remember if her life depended on it. She was too busy trying not to squirm.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Over and over again, the brush smacked her rear, giving
her the spanking she knew she deserved. Through her tears, Elizabeth tried
to focus on the beige carpet instead of the pain she was feeling, but each
searing smack made it more difficult. This was worse than the spanking with
the strap she thought, as it continued to reign down on her backside. She
was crying and her legs were flailing and despite her pleading the spanking
continued.

After a while, the spanking did stop. He let her up and was not swayed by
her tear-streaked face, when he said, "Pull down your pants." Although she
didn't say it, her eyes asked, "WHAT?" Through her tears, her father read
her expression and stated, "You heard me." When she was slow to adhere, he
began counting. ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR... By the count of five, she was back
over his lap with her pants well past her knees. For keeping him waiting, he
rewarded her with five hard stinging smacks on the back of each of her
thighs. She cried out and squirmed more than ever. It was obvious that this
spanking had barely begun.

She was sure the smacks were just as hard as before, but it was amazing how
much more they hurt on her panty clad bottom. No matter how much she
squirmed, he still continued to swat her backside. She was sobbing and
crying and didn't care if the entire house could hear her. Heck, she didn't
care if Tammy, back at home could hear her.

She began to cry even more when she felt her panties being pulled down. The
spanks continued to reign down on her backside with the same determination
as before. Despite how much it was hurting, she refused to reach back. She
held on the rungs on the bottom of the chair and willed herself not to move
her hands. She was determined to get this over with as soon as possible and
not make it any worse, if that was possible.

It took a moment for Elizabeth to realize when the spanking had stopped.
Even more time, to realize that Uncle Jim was standing in the doorway.
Although her tail was on fire, she was vaguely aware that he kept repeating,
"She's awake, she's awake, she's awake!"

Elizabeth was relieved. She didn't care that her backside was on display and
that it was probably a few different shades of red It didn't matter that her
brothers were standing in the doorway, all that mattered was that Aunt Susan
would be okay.

In time, her father pulled her up her panties she winced when he tried to
pull up her pants. Understanding her discomfort he left them at half-mast
and helped her to her feet, but not before telling her that her spanking was
far from over.

A few minutes later, Elizabeth eased into the backseat of her grandparent's
car, alongside of her brothers. She was glad none of them snickered as she
sat down. She was sure the entire house had heard her getting the spanking
of her life. While her parents had taken off with Uncle Jim, Elizabeth had
been given a few minutes to clean herself up and get downstairs. As the car
took off, she thought, this is going to be a long uncomfortable ride.

Over the next few days, Aunt Susan improved greatly. Her IV's were removed
and she was moved from the ICU unit into her own room. Elizabeth on the
other hand was not doing very well. When she wasn't at the hospital, or
eating, she was grounded, stuck in her mom's old bedroom bored to death.
Every knock at the door made her jump, since she knew her dad had promised
her the remainder of her spanking later. As Elizabeth saw it, she didn't
mind if later never came.

On about the 6th day of Elizabeth's forced confinement, she couldn't take it
anymore. The waiting was worse than she could have imagined. She'd sneaked
downstairs to the family room and watched TV, while everyone was gone. She
had only hoped to watch a few minutes of TV, but became so engrossed in the
program, that before she had time to react, she heard someone coming in.

She tried to make a mad dash back up the stairs, but halfway up, she heard
her grandpa say, "Beth, come on down." Somewhat relieved to find it was her
grandpa, she turned around and walked back down. "What are you doing
downstairs? Didn't your dad tell you, to stay upstairs?" Elizabeth was
caught off guard, she didn't expect her grandpa to be on her father's side.
"I....I...uh.," she stammered, not knowing what to do or say. "I only
came..down...to..uh....um...I just...wanted...."

A few seconds later, her parents came in with her brothers in tow. Elizabeth
continued to stammer, not knowing what to say. Her father, immediately,
picked up on the situation and said, "Elizabeth, I think you need to go to
your room."

Without commenting, she turned around and went upstairs. After what seemed
like an eternity, her father walked in carrying a paddle. It wasn't just any
paddle; it was grandpa's. It was a small paddle, that looked like a ping
pong paddle, but much bigger. It was about a quarter of an inch thick and
the way her mother mom described spankings with it, the sting was long
lasting. The paddle had hung in the hall closet and she remembered how her
and her brothers used to dare each other to look at it. Back then the
thought of it was scary, but now, the notion of it being used on her, was
something else. Her grandmother had once worked at the local high school
and had purchased one, thinking that if it worked on the kids at school, it
would work on her kids at home.

Instantly, she began to plead with her father, "Please dad, please don't use
that. I'll be good." He looked at his daughter and knew she was telling the
truth, but it didn't matter. She still needed to understand the consequences
for her behavior.

Elizabeth was already in tears as she sat up on the bed. He took a seat on a
near-by chair and said, "Elizabeth, I can't begin to describe how
disappointed I am in your behavior. I really did expect more from you. Maybe
as the only girl, we thought we could trust you more. But from you latest
behavior, I don't think that is possible. What bothers me most of all is not
your skipping, but the fact that you repeatedly forged notes to the school.
My guess is that you would have continued to play hooky for as long as you
thought you could have gotten away with it. Am I right?" She could only nod.

After a few minutes, he said, "I thought I would wait until we got home to
finish your spanking, but you can't seem to follow rules. So we'll finish it
right now. I want you to stand up and bend over the back of the chair."

"Daddy, please...I don't want you to spank me with that...." It wasn't her
choice. Reluctantly, she found herself staring down at the seat of the
chair. With her backside in the air, her father raised her skirt. She had
expected the panties to follow, but instead she felt the paddle come down
hard across her backside. As the paddle made contact, WHOOSH...SPLAT, she
was amazed at how something so small could hurt so much. When the first swat
had landed, she felt like the wind had been knocked from her. She cried out
on each subsequent smack, in total shock and in awe of how much it hurt. The
paddle practically covered by entire backside and each swat overlapped the
previous ones and seemed harder than before.

After only 10 or so smacks, he delivered one last stinging swat that to his
daughter's backside. The impact caused Elizabeth to cry out louder than the
before and to squirm more than ever. She longed to rub her backside and ease
the pain.