Caitlyn: Part 8

“Daddy? What are you-?”

“Not a word, Caitlyn Breanna. Go up to your room and get out your hairbrush,” he said.


“Now,” he said, angrily.

I started to cry again as I went upstairs. I couldn’t be spanked again. I was still very sore. If Daddy spanked harder than Mr. Presman, I was sure he would spank harder than Miss Bates. And he was going to spank me with my hairbrush.

I dropped my bag on the floor and went into the bathroom to get my hairbrush. I threw it on the bed and sat down, still crying a little.

“Daddy, please,” I said as soon as he came into the room. “Miss Bates already-,”

“I know, Caity,” he said, softly. He patted his lap.

“Can’t you just ground me?” I pleaded through my tears.

“Do you remember when you were nine years old?” he said, and I nodded. “Do you remember the name that you called the little boy next door?” I nodded again, my tender bottom tingling. “Now what did I do about that?”

“You spanked me with my hairbrush,” I said, releasing a small sob.

“And why did I do that?”

“Because inappropriate language is not allowed,” I said, feeling like a little girl.

“You know I don’t believe in grounding. You’ve misbehaved and now you have to accept the consequences. In this case, it’s going to be a spanking with your hairbrush.”

“But Daddy- Miss Bates already-,” I whined.

“I know Miss Bates already spanked you,” he said, almost gently, “and I’m going to again.”

“No-,” I sobbed.

“Caitlyn, don’t stall,” he said.

“No!” I cried. I was acting like a little girl now. I was usually good about getting spankings, but there were a few times when I was growing up that I wished he would punish me another way. He stood up and walked over to me.

“No!” I cried. “No!”

I tried to crawl away from him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the other side of the bed.


I resisted, but he was too strong for me. He pulled me down across his lap, and I immediately started kicking.

“No!” I screamed as if I was four years old.

He held me down as I wiggled and sent a firm slap with his palm across my sore bottom, making me buck.

“Caitlyn Breanna, you are in so much trouble right now,” he said, calmly. “Don’t make it worse.”

“Daddy, please don’t spank me,” I sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” he said. “But you know I can’t let you get away with how rude you were to Miss Bates. If I wouldn’t let you say things like that to the boy next door, what makes you think that I would let you get away with saying it to a teacher?”

As he scolded me, he pulled down my panties.

“I’m not going to spank you as hard as Miss Bates did, but I want you to understand how serious what you did is,” he said. I could feel the back of the cool brush against my hot bottom before the first strike. After the first hot crack, I lay limply across Daddy’s lap. It hurt so much I didn’t want to move. “If you had said what you said to your boss, you would be fired, Caity.” The hairbrush struck again and I kicked a little. I was already a blubbering mess. He didn’t spank me with the speed and force that Miss Bates did, but it still hurt beyond words. I wiggled and kicked as I lay across his lap, screaming after each smack and crying intermittently.

“Okay,” he said, “it’s all over.”

He rubbed my lower back and I kept sobbing. My bottom was throbbing and felt like it was on fire.

“I know,” he said, soothingly.

“You don’t know, Daddy,” I dared to say through my tears.

“I do,” he said, softly. “I was over my Daddy’s knee for the exact same thing when I was only a couple years younger than you.”

“Did he spank you after you got spanked in school?” I sobbed.

“Yes, but he always did that. Whenever I got spanked at school, I knew I’d be in for another at home. That’s why it’s rare that I’ll spank you the same day that you’ve been spanked in school,” he said. “I know it hurts a lot, but you need to understand that what you did was very serious.”

“I understand,” I sobbed.

“Do you want to get up now?”

I stood up slowly.

“Why don’t I draw you a warm bath?” he said, and when he tried to embrace me, I pulled away.

“Okay,” I said, softly. I didn’t want to be touched.

I lay down on the bed, not bothering to pull up my panties. My wool skirt was a little rough against my skin. Daddy came into my room ten minutes later to tell me my bath was ready. He took a tissue from his pocket and went to wipe away my tears. I pulled away.

“There’s some aloe in the cabinet,” he said, gently.

“Okay,” I said, softly.

I went into the bathroom and undressed. I climbed into the bathtub. The water was the perfect temperature. I lay there for a little while, breathing in the steam and trying to relax. My bottom was still tender. I missed Connor. I couldn’t believe that Daddy spanked me, even though he knew Miss Bates had spanked me. I started to cry again. I curled up in the bathtub and sobbed.

I climbed out of the tub and dried off. I went to my bedroom and put on one of my cotton nightgowns. It was only one in the afternoon, but I climbed under my covers and started to cry again. I felt so sad. I was sure it wasn’t just about being rude to Miss Bates and being spanked twice with a hairbrush. I curled up and hugged my teddy bear to my chest.

I heard a soft knock on my door.

“Caity? Why don’t you come down and have some lunch?”

“I don’t want lunch!” I cried, angrily. I don’t know why.

I felt Daddy sit on the edge of my bed and stroke my hair.

“What’s going on with you?” he said.

“I don’t know,” I said, starting to cry a little harder. “What if I don’t graduate?”

“You will graduate, honey,” he said, gently. “Why are you worried about that?”

“But what if I don’t?”

“Do you really want to spend another year in high school?”

“No,” I said.

“Then you’ll graduate.”

I hugged my teddy bear tighter to my chest. I wanted to be a little girl again. Life was so simple. I’d go to school, come home, play with my friends and my babysitter, have dinner with Daddy, do my homework, and go to bed. I didn’t have to worry about Physics or eat dinner by myself.

“Is there something else on your mind?” he said, gently.

“When does that project end?” I said.

“In three more days,” he said. “If you want, Connor can come over here for the next three nights and have dinner with you. I know he didn’t do that great in Physics, but he might be able to help you a little bit. When the project is over, I’m taking a week off.”

“I want you to take time off now,” I said, whining a little.

“I know, honey. I promise it will only be three more days,” he said.

“Are you going back to work today?”

“No, not today. I think we need some time together,” he said.

“Will you help me with Physics?”

“Will you come downstairs and eat lunch?”

“I guess so,” I sighed.

“Do you want pizza?” he said.

“Sure,” I said, starting to feel a little better.

“I’m going to order it and then go pick it up. If you want, you can rest until it gets here,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. “I want to take a nap.”

I slept until Daddy came home with the pizza. I stumbled downstairs, still groggy from my short nap. I put a soft pillow on my chair because my bottom was still very sore.

“I think we should try to catch you up with your homework today,” Daddy said.

I sighed. The last thing I wanted to think about was school. All I could get myself to eat was a half a slice of pizza.

“I want to go back up to my room,” I said, quietly.

“Try to eat a little more,” he said.

“I’m not that hungry.” I felt the tears coming back, but I didn’t want to start crying at the table. I got up and went upstairs as quickly as I could. I crawled under the covers and cried some more.

Daddy came up to check on me after a little while. He had always been good about giving me my space.

"Caity, it's five o'clock. We have to get started on your physics," he said.

"I don't want to go to school tomorrow," I said, in a weepy voice.

"I know, but you have to, and it will be much easier for you if you do your physics homework."

"Can't I just drop physics?"

"No," he said. "You can't drop something just because it's hard."

I rolled over. "It's not fair!" I said, angrily, still feeling like a chastened four-year-old.

"I'm sorry you're unhappy about it, but it's got to be done," he said. "Now I expect you downstairs in ten minutes. And no more pouting."

I got up and washed my face. I didn't want to challenge him. After all, he might decide to spank me again. I was pretty sure he wouldn't, but I still didn't want to take the chance.

I slumped down in a seat at the dining room table. Daddy had already laid out my books. I really had no interest in physics, not after the day I had, but I forced my way through a few problems. Naturally, I had gotten them completely wrong.

"I know you're not interested in doing this tonight, but if you continue to stall like this, then you'll never get to bed, and your day will be worse tomorrow," he said.

I almost threw the book across the room at that moment. It took all of my will to control myself. I got up from the table and went into the kitchen. I stared out of the window for a little while before I got a glass of water.

"Caity, what's taking you so long?"

"I'm drinking," I said, slowly sipping water from the tall glass.

"I haven't seen you pull anything like this since you were nine," he said, a bit exasperated.

"I'm not pulling anything."

"Get in there and finish physics before I take you over my knee again," he said, firmly, and I knew he meant business.

Daddy finally let me go to my room when I had finished physics. It was only part of what I had to do for school, but I got the impression that he was tired of fighting with me.

The next day at school, everyone buzzed around me, wanting to know what Miss Bates had done to me, and if she had used the legendary hairbrush that she kept in her tote bag. I didn't say anything. I was already humiliated enough without having to be a spectacle to everyone. Maria ended up hissing at all of them so they would back off. No one ever messed with Maria.

"I hate school," I said.

"Eh, me, too, but it's almost over," she said. "Just a couple of months."

"Not soon enough."

When I got home from school, Connor was waiting for me on the front steps, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Hey, how long have you been here?" I said, surprised.

"Long enough to be freezing my butt off," he said, pressing his frozen lips to mine.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to warm it up," I said, squeezing his bottom with my hands as I gave him a deep kiss. I unlocked the door and let us in. I closed the door behind us and locked it, and then I began kissing him again. His lips were soft and cool, and I realized at that moment how comforted I felt in his embrace. I definitely didn't want to call Daddy and ask if it was okay for him to stay. I didn't think I could handle it if Daddy said no. I also knew what would happen if I didn't call him.

"Want to watch me change?" I said.

"Sure," he said.

We went up to my bedroom, and I closed the door, even though we were in the house alone. I started to strip for him, teasing him a bit by slowly unbuttoning my blouse.

"You know, this is very distracting. After all, I'm supposed to be helping you with your homework," he said.

"Said who?" I said, surprised.

"Your dad," he said.

"Daddy invited you?"

"Yeah, he called me yesterday. He said that he had a couple of more days of working late, and thought you could use some company and some homework help," Connor said.

"Well, that's a relief!" I said, turning to get some sweatpants and a tee-shirt out of my dresser. "For a moment I thought I was going to have to send you home or something, and I really didn't want to."

"Caity, what happen to your bottom?"


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