be home. It had been a long trip, but she was thankful that Aunt Susan would
recover. She had grown tired of being cooped up in her mother's old bedroom,
at least at home, if she was grounded, she still had something to do. She
was grateful she'd recovered from the last spanking and could sit
comfortably on the flight home.
It was way after noon when she finally was rousted awake by her brother,
Steven. "Beth, wake up, its Tammy!!" She was immediately awake. The first
thing Tammy wanted to know was if she'd told on her. It seems that Tammy
heard what happened from Sharon, who'd heard it from Stacy, who heard it
from Mark, who lived next door to Jason. Elizabeth did her best to reassure
her friend, that she was no snitch. She hadn't told her parents who she was
with, but Elizabeth knew her parents knew she'd been with Tammy.
Elizabeth told Tammy about all the trouble she'd gotten in and the trouble
she was still in. Like any friend, Tammy was sympathetic, but Elizabeth knew
Tammy was relieved she had not gotten caught their conversation was cut
short, when John walked in with a huge grin on his face. "Guess what??"
Elizabeth tried to shoo him away, but it didn't work. The more she ignored
him on the phone, the more of a distraction he became. "What do you want?"
She snapped. He smiled and said, "I just thought you'd want to know, Dad
brought the paddle home." Elizabeth dropped the phone in disbelief,
inadvertently hanging up on Tammy.
"You've got to be kidding," she said. 'Did you see it, how do you know?" I
heard dad talking on the phone to Uncle Jim, its seems dad told Grandpa, he
wished he had one like it and guess what. I also heard mom and dad talking
this morning about you and you're gonna get it." Elizabeth didn't know what
to say and was even more surprised when older brother, Steven walked in.
"Dad wants to see you downstairs." Elizabeth laughed, believing it all a
joke, until her dad came up a few minutes later, coincidentally, with paddle
in hand. Both boys were all of a sudden eager to leave the room, but their
father blocked their exit. "Where are you going?"
When neither one spoke, he said, "You're not going anywhere." Steve gulped
and John took a step back. They watched him come into Elizabeth's room,
close the door behind him and sit on a nearby chair. He then held the
paddle up and said, "Whose first?" Everyone was speechless. The only sound
heard was the ringing of the phone.
After a few rings and none of his children moved, he leaned over the picked
up the phone. He was quiet for a minute and finally spoke, "Hello, Tammy. No
Beth, can't come to the phone right. We're right in the middle of a
discussion...........of course............. I'll tell her...Oh and
Tammy...you'd better tell your parents about it before I do...I know you
know when I'm talking about ... yes.... I thought
so.........Ok.....Ok...Goodbye Tammy."
Elizabeth was dumbstruck, "Dad, why did you..." He cut her off. "That's not
important, but suppose you tell me why you have been forging notes for your
brothers. Or better yet, why don't you boys answer that question for me."
Again the room was silent. He pulled out a few notes from his pocket. "This
ones for Steve, I think written by Beth, this one," he glanced at it
curiously, "looks like was written by John for John." He paused, pulled out
another one, "Here's my favorite, please excuse John...he has laryngitis.
It's amazing you didn't get caught for that one, laryngitis was
misspelled." I had no idea, I was raising a house full of liars and
forgers. So tell me, whose first."
When no one answered, he pointed the paddle toward his sons and said, "Which
one first?" They looked at each other and almost simultaneously asked,
"In front of Elizabeth??" His expression did not waver, when he said, "You
obviously had no problem helping her lie to me, as I see it, you're in this
together. Unlike your sister, whose already felt this paddle, you both have
some catching up to do. Your sister may have had the misfortune to get
caught first, now that I am aware of that you both were doing it too, you
will be severely dealt with."
When no one moved, he stood up moved the chair and told John to bend over
and drop his pants. He looked a bit embarrassed, but did as he was told,
bending over the chair to reveal his underwear. Both Steve and Elizabeth
watched the scene - Steve with a sense of dread, and Beth with the
knowledge that she wasn't on the receiving end.
"Alright, John, you ready?" A barely audible, "Yes sir" was heard,
immediately followed by the whoosh of the paddle and the impact on John's
rear. Despite the fact that it wasn't on the bare, Elizabeth knew it hurt
and watched her brother make a fist on the next swat. Although, she
couldn't see his face, she knew he was crying or about to be, since at every
swat, his outcries were indecipherable.
After about 10 swats, the spanking stopped and the outer edges of John's
rear not covered by his underwear showed signs of redness. When he had
managed to pull up his pants and face everyone, his eyes were downcast and
yes, he'd been crying. He moved away from the others and began to rub the
sting away. Steve soon found his way over the chair. The lesson was
repeated in similar fashion, but the swats seemed louder. Elizabeth was sure
that if they hurt as much as the sound echoed the room, he was really
getting it hard. John's occasional grunts was replaced with loud OUCH's and
OWWW's from Steve. Unlike John, who'd frantically rubbed his rear when it
was over, Steve rubbed away his tears, not caring if anyone saw them.
When Steve's spanking was over, her father looked at her and motioned her
forward. "But, Daddy, you already spanked me." He nodded in agreement,
before he commented, "I did, but that was before I knew what I know now.
Come here."
With tears in her eyes she reluctantly, found herself over the chair facing
the cushion, this time her brothers watching. As she was still dressed in
her nightshirt and matching shorts, she was spared the indignity of having
to lower them further.
Forgetting how much the paddle hurt, Elizabeth nearly jumped off the ground
on impact. She gripped the back of the chair and silently counted - "ONE."
On the second one, she cliched her body as she waited with bated breath..
"TWO." On the third and fourth ones, her breathing was labored and it took
all her energy to stay still. The fifth one had her left arm eagerly
reaching back to rub the sting away, however, she managed to catch herself
in time. A subsequent smack had her dancing in place while her father and
brothers watched. "Elizabeth, do I need to take you across my lap or do you
plan to get back over that chair?" Unable to talk coherently, desperately
rubbing the sting away, she nodded on his approach. "Is that a yes, you
want me to take you over my knee or yes, you'll get back over the chair?"
When she got her voice back, she sobbed, "I'm sorry." His demeanor softened
and he watched and waited as she resumed the position. The rest of the
smacks were just as hard, but she was steadfast in her determination to stay
in position.
When the last smack had been given, he sat in the chair and eyed each of his
children and said, "Here's the deal... You are all grounded. The school has
been informed about the notes and probably knows you are all guilty of
skipping. I did tell them I intended to handle the matter myself, but if
they opt to suspend you and your mother or I have to take off to baby-sit
you, then you will each feel this paddle again. I assure you, you'd better
hope that does not happen. You have obviously shown that you can't be
trusted. Your mother or I will take you to school. And if our schedule
permits, we will pick you up. If for some reason, we can't do so, you are to
come straight home. If we are not home, we will be checking up on you.
There will no new extra-curricular activities this quarter and next quarter,
any new involvement, will be dependent on satisfactory grades. Each of your
attendance records will be checked. If your mother or I discover that you
have skipped school, lied about attending a class, forged a note of any kind
or you were late getting home without prior permission, you will be very
sorry." As to illustrate his point, he pointed the paddle at them.
When the room was silent once again, he started at his three teary eyed,
bottom-rubbing children and hoped this would be a lesson to be remembered.
"Ok, boys, go to your rooms, I'll be in to deal with you later. Close the
door on your way out, I want a minute with your sister."
No sooner did the door close, did her father turn to address her, "And, as
for you, young lady," his voice stern, "if I catch you even thinking about
forging anyone's signature again, you'll be standing up in all of your
classes. Do I make myself clear?" Elizabeth gulped and nodded, quite sure
he meant every word. He paused momentarily before he continued, "The next
time to I have to use this paddle on you again, you won't get off so easy."
All she could do was nod. Much later while she rubbed her backside,
listening the sounds of spanking in the next room, those words played over
and over again in her head, "..Next time you won't get off so easy..."
Elizabeth wondered how easy she'd gotten off easy. Her backside was a
barrage of bruises and hurt to sit. Elizabeth had doubts of anyone getting
off easy, especially when it came to that paddle.
Epilogue
The night following their spankings, three of four Morgan children, ate
dinner sitting on pillows. Even Nick, the youngest didn't escape being
scolded for any potential involvement he could have had. Despite his
innocence, he looked just as somber as his siblings did. One thing was for
sure, if Nick ever thought about skipping, he'd had a total change of
plans.
The school matter was resolved to the Morgan children's delight. As they had
already missed so much school, the principal was not eager to suspended them
the required 5 days (and given the fact that the school didn't use corporal
punishment), each was given a month of after school detention. Tammy, who
despite her long session with the belt still fared better, as she didn't
have to endure any detention.
All in all, Elizabeth learned at lot from her ordeal. She had decided that
nothing was worth all the trouble she'd gotten in, that after hearing Steve
and John compare stories about the state of their backsides after the second
go-around with the paddle, she found out she had fared better. She also had
learned that when her parents said to be home immediately following school
they meant it. Brother John was the first to test that theory and as he was
18 and would be graduating soon, he was sure it would go unnoticed since
dad wasn't around. To all their surprise, mom blistered his tail, it came
as a total shock since she's taken little interest in discipline, but she
wasted no time in breaking out the paddle. Of course, when Dad heard what
happen, he gave him an earful and announced to them all, that if they chose
to disobey in his absence, they catch it again. He was quick to assure his
oldest three, that just because they were almost young adults, they were not
too big to go over his knee. After that memorable lecture, no one dared to
misbehave again. Elizabeth joked with Steve and said that it would be much
better to misbehave right under dad's nose and just be done with it.