Now as she sat outside the manager's office, she prayed David wouldn't be home. To her dismay he was. She tried to listen, but could only make out bits and pieces. After all, what more could be said than Elizabeth and a friend were caught shoplifting. She wished this was a bad dream and she could start this day over. Her friend, Tammy, was already in tears and began to cry harder as she heard the manager ask to speak with her father It was no secret that Tammy's parents was extremely strict and never hesitated when it came time to punish any of the Miller children.
Twenty minutes after the calls to their respective homes, Tammy's
father arrived. He began to scold Tammy, causing her tears to start
again. David soon arrived and said, "Hello, Elizabeth." Immediately
she knew he was angry, he rarely called her by her full name. To him,
she was always, “Brat” or “Beth.”
Both men were escorted into the manager’s office, leaving the girls to
wonder what would happen next. A few minutes later a police officer
arrived. Both girls now tried to imagine what was being said inside.
The door opened and the Officer walked out, "Girls, come in." They
glanced at each other and entered the office and sat in the offered
seats. The manager finally spoke, "After discussing the matter with
your guardians, it sounds like this was a momentary lapse of good
judgment. For your sakes, I am hoping they are correct." Elizabeth
smiled and the manager continued, “Your guardians have assured
me that they will take the appropriate measures, by way of your
backsides to remind you that shoplifting is unacceptable.”
Tammy burst into tears again and Elizabeth stared at the manager.
He noticed her defiant glare and said, “If you don’t like the compromise,
I can always have Officer Swanson arrest you and you can spend some
time in jail until your parents return.” She started to comment, when
her brother spoke, "Elizabeth, you do not have a choice. If you refuse
to cooperate, Mr. Miller has assured me of his willingness to help."
She shook her head not wanting to experience that.
As they left the manager's office, Elizabeth gave Tammy a sympathetic
glance as her father grabbed her arm and ushered her toward the door.
Elizabeth followed her brother and tried to talk to him, but he ignored
her. When they pulled up in the driveway, David finally spoke to his
sister, "Go to your room." She was tempted to say something, but he
began yelling. She raced into the house trying to hide her tears.
Inside she nearly collided with Kristen, David’s fiancée. “What are you
doing here," she snapped. Immediately, she regretted her
action. "Kristen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, but I've never
seen David so mad. He won’t let me explain and now he's going to
spank me...."
"SPANK YOU? You’ve got to be kidding. What is he thinking? Surely
nobody gets spanked these days." Elizabeth stifled a laugh and wished
she’d share that fact with her father. She followed Kristen to the
family room and waited the watch the showdown.
When David entered and saw his sister sitting there smirking, he began; "I thought I told..." but Kristen interrupted. "You listen here David, you are NOT going to spank Beth, do you understand me? I'm surethat she knows what she did was wrong, but you can't be serious…" David glanced at his still smiling sister and immediately lost his temper.Pointing a finger at his angry fiancée, he yelled, "Kristen, unless youwant to be spanked as well, I suggest you sit down and shut up, this does not concern you."
She was so shocked that all she could do was sit down. David paced in
front of them for a moment and finally spoke, "I'm sure she learned her
lesson, but in this house, you break the rules there are
consequences." He looked at his now helpless sister and said, "You
knew if you got caught, father would spank you, didn't you?" When she
was slow to answer, he repeated the question, this time louder.
Elizabeth could only nod.
Turning to his still shocked and surprised fiancée, he said, "As far as
I am concerned, Beth should be thankful that father will not be home
for the next three weeks. In the meantime, she will be spanked and
there is nothing you can say that will change my mind. You can either
watch or go outside.” Kristen mumbled a quick apology and scurried
toward the kitchen, leaving Elizabeth and David alone. "I thought I
told you to go to your room." She quickly ran to her room and threw
herself across her bed.
Sometime later, he entered her room with mother's hairbrush. It was a
large heavy wooden hairbrush that was rarely used on anyone’s hair.
Most times, mother would wave it at you and threaten, but when she used
it, watch out, its sting was long lasting. Elizabeth all of a sudden
became nervous as her brother sat on the bed. “Ok, Brat, you want to
tell me what in the hell possessed you to do this?” She shrugged her
shoulders. She didn’t have anything to say. David frowned, “You better
come up with something a lot better than that, when dad gets home.” His
voice trailed off as though he was remembering something. Tears began
to fall as the lecture began. He sounded just like dad and she didn’t
want to hear it. “David, if you have to do this, can we get it over
with?” “Ok, but don’t think for a minute, you’re going to get off
easy.”
David pulled out her desk chair and rested his left foot on the
cushion. Elizabeth moved forward slowly and leaned over David's raised
knee. Seconds later, her skirt was raised and he began to pull her
panties down. When she realized his intent she began protesting, "You
can't do this, you can't spank me bare… Please David." He hesitated
and concluded it wouldn’t matter much. Let her retain her modesty,
after all she wasn't the same bratty little girl that he'd been forced
to look after. She was a young woman and had the curves and breasts
to prove it. He sighed and finally said, "Fine, I'll spank you over them,
but it won’t matter much. You try to get away and you lose them. Are
we clear?"
The first few swats weren’t hard, but after a while, they got harder
she was begging to be released. She tried to cover her backside, but
he smacked her hand lightly with the brush. "If you don't want sore
hands, don’t do that again," he warned. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.
WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK went the hairbrush. Elizabeth could
barely control herself - she was wiggling, crying and begging him to stop
"I've learned my lesson, PLEASE David no more!" He continued. WHACK.
WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.
In another part of the house, Kristen was trying to read a book, but
she could not concentrate as she tried to imagine what was occurring
upstairs. 10 year-old Nick walked in with a police officer in tow. He
identified himself and said he was here to see David. Kristen's blush
deepened when Nick commented, "He's spanking Beth." Officer Swanson
nodded and sat down in a nearby chair. Kristen scowled at Nick, who
quickly went back outside. I'll tell him you're here"; she said as ran
to Elizabeth's room.
Outside the door, she knocked, but when the spanking did not stop, she
knocked again and called out to David. When the only sound heard was
Elizabeth sobbing, she opened to door and was surprised at what she
saw. David had his leg propped up on a chair with Elizabeth dangling
over his knee. Her skirt was raised and the edges of her backside not
covered by her panties were bright red. Elizabeth was sobbing and her
hands were in her mouth. Kristen was more surprised to notice that
David was holding a very large wooden hairbrush.
"What is it Kristen?" David yelled. "There's a police officer downstairs,
he wants to talk to you." He nodded and turned his attention back to
the task at hand, giving Elizabeth another whack with the brush. "Tell
him I'll be down in a few minutes," Kristen nodded and closed the door,
but not before she saw David bring the brush down again on Elizabeth's
already reddened backside.
While Kristen was scurrying back to the family room, David gave his
sister the last of a series of searing smacks with the hairbrush. Her
ass was on fire. She was beyond tears and was sobbing uncontrollable.
Finally, David released his grasp and hugged his sister. “Ok, Brat, you
have 10 minutes to feel sorry for yourself, then I want you
downstairs.” As David walked out her room, she couldn’t help but smile,
knowing that he’d forgiven her. She wiped away tears and tried to rub
the sting away, but was not very successful.
Later Elizabeth eased herself down on the couch as Officer Swanson
began to explain the reason for his visit. The manager decided to
issue a no trespassing order against the girls and he served the papers
on Elizabeth. All this over some stupid cosmetics her mother probably
wouldn't let her wear.
Despite teasing by her brothers, Elizabeth managed to get through the
rest of the day. She went to bed early, trying to escape their constant
teasing. Father would be home in 18 days and all she could think about
was how he was going to spank her.
She still remembered the spanking she received last month. Normally she
would have been grounded, but she made it worse by lying and asking her
brothers to cover for her. There was no customary lecture, just a
spanking that began with great fervor. Despite her crying and kicking,
her exposed backside was blistered. She was well spanked that night and
guessed that when father came home she was going to be well spanked
once again. She drifted off the sleep, thinking about the return of father.
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