Hannah Goldberg dived face down on her bed and grabbed her cell phone from the bedside cabinet. Her fingers selected an often used number, then she put the phone to her ear and listened to the ringing tone.
“Hi’ Becky. How’re you doin’?”
“Han? I’m good, Han. How’re you doin’?”
“Aw, not so good I guess.”
“Okay. I have coffee. Do you have coffee?” Instinctively, Becky O’Brian realised her best friend needed to talk.
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay. I’m lying comfortable on my bed. What are you doing?”
“Oh, I’m lying on my bed too, I guess.”
“That’s good. Okay, tell all.”
“Well, I’m sort of having a problem with my stepdad.” The dark-haired girl rolled over so she was lying on her back, fumbled with her tight-fitting blue jeans so they were a little more comfortable, and got ready to tell the blond, effervescent Becky her story.
“Take your time, Han,” Becky encouraged. “I want to hear all about it, okay? You mentioned your stepdad, I believe.”
“Yeah, well you know I’ve been collecting the odd tardy of late and a couple of other misdemeanors?”
“Oh no!” Hannah’s blonde friend shrieked over the cell phone.
“Oh no what?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve got the dreaded summons,” Becky fizzed.
“What summons, Becky? What are you talking about?”
“Durr, the summons to go see Mr Waterson? About the tardies and that? You know, to get your butt paddled?”
“Oh no, nothing like that. Well, not quite like that anyhow,” Hannah replied, glad that Becky couldn’t see her face flush at the mention of their school principal and his notorious maple wood paddle.
“Oh.”
“You sound disappointed, you brat!”
“Well it does kinda spice up a rather boring school routine. ‘Specially when it’s someone you know disappears into Mr Waterson’s office.”
“Yeah, well it’s not that. Not exactly.”
“Not exactly? How can it be ‘not exactly’?”
“My stepdad.”
“Stepdad? Right. How does he fit into this?”
“Aw, he was talking to one of my teachers and got to hear about my tardies and that.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Then Roy, that’s my stepdad, came into my room and said I’d been sassing him a bit of late.”
“Uh-huh. Guess he didn’t like that?”
“No. And then there’s been one or two other things, you know?”
“Right.”
“Anyhow, while he was in my room he started to go on about how untidy it is and that kind thing.”
“Right. Did you tell him it’s something teenagers do?”
“Not really. I kinda told him he wasn’t that neat himself and anyway it was my room.”
“I bet that helped.”
“Surprisingly, no.” Hannah laughed. “As you can imagine, that kinda wound him up even more. So then he went on about how it made life harder for mom when she went to wash my things and that.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So I said I wasn’t aware making life easier for mom was in my job description. Then things kinda went downhill from there.”
“It all sounds a pretty normal and reasonable conversation for a stepfather to have with his stepdaughter so far. What happened then?”
“He said my behavior was getting all too out of hand and that he’d be speaking to my mom about me being due a good paddling.”
“You’re kidding!”
“Nope.” Hannah took a mouthful of coffee; it was getting cold.
“Hey, Hannah, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Your mom would never allow it.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“What you thought?” Becky paused, astonished. “What happened?”
“Oh, he went downstairs and I could hear them talking for a while, and then mom and Roy both came up. You know, into my room?”
“Right.”
“Then mom just went over my behavior over the last few weeks and said that it couldn’t go on, and how did I feel about my stepdad giving me a spanking, and that.”
“And you said?”
“I said, like, ‘No way!’ And I told her he wasn’t my father and he didn’t have the right, and so forth. Then mom said no, but he loved me like I was his real daughter, and stuff, and that perhaps it would be for the best.”
“So you said?”
“I guess I started shouting and screaming for them to get their butts out’a my room and leave me be.”
“That might have not been the best idea, Han.”
“Well I guess it wasn’t. Anyhow, mom said my outburst had made her mind up and she was going to let my stepdad spank me.”
“Oh no!”
“So Roy asked if we had a paddle anywhere, and mom said no we didn’t, but Mr Petersen down the road kept one and that she was sure he’d let Roy borrow it if he told him what it was for.”
“Oh god no! That means Mary Petersen will know all about it. Aren’t you in much the same classes?”
“Yep. Can you imagine that smirking bitch looking at me all through school tomorrow and whispering to her friends too?”
“You’ve never got on with Mary, have you?”
“I’d rate her my worst enemy.”
“Great.”
“Hold on, someone’s just coming into the house.” Hannah paused to listen carefully. “Oh shit! That’s my little sister just come home. Now she’ll know all about it too! I think I can hear mom telling her about it right now. This is just going from bad to worse!”
“Aw Han, what’re you going to do?”
“Panic? Yes, panicking sounds good right now.”
“Is there nothing you can do?”
“Emigrate?”
“That might be going too far.”
“Actually I might just try the ‘oh so sorry’ ploy. That might work on mom at least. You know, say okay you’ve scared me, I’ll do better from now on so let’s just leave it, okay? Yes, that could just swing it with mom.”
“Yeah, right.”
“You don’t think so?”
“Not really. Perhaps it needs some tears. Can you do tears?”
“Sure, I can do tears. I only hope mom falls for them.
“I find it works for me.”
“You get paddled, Becky? I didn’t know that.”
“Well, no, I don’t. Not at home anyway. But I’m sure if I did tears would help.”
“Uh-oh! I hear footsteps! I better hang up.”
“Okay. Keep me posted!”
“Yep. Bye.”
Hannah hit the ‘off’ button, placed the cellphone on her bedside cabinet and rolled over into a sitting position just in time to see her mother and stepfather enter her room. Roy, her stepfather, had his hands clasped ominously behind his back. Jessie, Hannah’s younger sister, hovered somewhere out in the hallway.
“Hannah, it’s time honey,” her mother said, sounding sympathetic, but firm.
“Mom, I’ve been thinking,” Hannah got her reply in quickly. “You’re right. I have been behaving like a spoilt brat lately. Anyhow, I’ve got the message now and I don’t really think there’s much to be gained by going ahead with, you know. I’m really going to act a lot better from now on.”
“Too late, honey. But I’m glad to hear you’re getting the message.”
“But mom! I mean, this really isn’t necessary!”
“Tell you what, honey. I’m going to take Jessie downstairs and wait. Then you can show me you really have got the message by taking responsibility for your actions.”
“Like, how do I do that?”
“By cooperating with Roy. Okay?”
“Cooperating?”
“That’s right, honey.” Hannah’s mother turned for the door. “You know what to do, Roy.”
In an instant, Hannah’s mother had left the room and closed the door. It felt to Hannah as though a cell door had just been locked, trapping her inside with her stepfather. She looked up at the tall, stockily built man. Hannah had never got on that well with her mother’s new husband, and the leering expression on his face didn’t endear him to her now. She could hear her mother’s and younger sister’s footsteps as they descended the stairs, making her feel even more vulnerable and alone.
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Hannah stated the obvious, still sitting on her bed.
“Well, honey, you’ve got me there. I’ve been wanting to paddle your butt for a while now.”
“This is just so unnecessary!”
“That ain’t exactly how I feel about it. Unfortunately for you, your mother agrees with me.”
Hannah looked up at the tall man. His hands were still behind his back, and Hannah knew they must hold the paddle Roy had presumably borrowed from Mr Petersen. She thought quickly, yet failed to come up with any plan, any idea that would help the situation.
Roy appeared to know what she was thinking.
“Honey, sometimes there’s just no way out. You just have to accept the consequences of your actions.”
Hannah sighed loudly, expressing her disgust at the whole proposal. Nonetheless, she knew Roy was correct. Her mom had decided she needed to be spanked, and Roy was going to deliver, no matter what she said or did. Arguing might delay things for a few minutes, but that’s all. She could try and resist, but Roy was a strong man and he could easily put her in any position he wanted. The only person it would hurt was herself.
“Okay, I surrender,” Hannah conceded. “Where do you want me?” She bounced up from her bed and stood facing her stepfather.
“Well, let’s see now.” Roy looked around until his eyes rested on a small chair in one corner of the room. It had once sat around their old dining table, but was rendered unnecessary when they bought a new table and chairs, and Hannah had saved it from being dumped. His large hand lifted it effortlessly and he placed it down again in the center of the carpet. “What say you get yourself bent over the back of this little ole chair?”
“Okay,” Hannah replied, somewhat relieved she wasn’t going to have to lay face-down over the big man’s lap. She flounced around the chair until she stood at the back of it. “May I see the paddle?”
Finally, Roy revealed the paddle he was holding behind his back. By the pale color, it was probably made of maple, and had a blade over twenty inches long by four inches wide, with an eight inch handle. Hannah had seen similar items used in school. This one had rounded edges and appeared to have been made with some care.
“Satisfied?” Roy asked.
“I guess.”
“So, assume the position, honey.”
“Okay,” Hannah shuffled around and started leaning over the back of the chair.
“I’d suggest you grip the edges of the seat nice and tight, darlin’,” Roy advised as Hannah leaned forward. “And get your head down nice and low.”
The top rail of the chair lightly pressed against her stomach as she leaned over and pushed her head down, causing her jeans to stretch across the firm round curves of her bottom.
“Now you’re being a good girl,” Roy sneered as he stood watching.
“It seems whatever I say I’m gonna get paddled, so we might just as well get on and do it.”
“Well, you’re right there, honey.” Roy grinned, then placed the maple wood paddle delicately across the seat of Hannah’s jeans as he assessed his target.
“How many am I getting?” Hannah asked with just a trace of nervousness in her voice.
“Ten, honey,” Roy answered as he patted Hannah’s bottom with the paddle. “Are you ready?”
“Ten!” Hannah exclaimed. “That’s a lot!”
“It’s gonna give you a real good spankin’, if that’s what you mean, honey. But then that’s what I reckon you deserve.”
Hannah thought about arguing, negotiating, but that would only prolong things. If Roy had decided she was getting ten spanks, she couldn’t see anything she said would alter his mind.
“Okay,” Hannah said, accepting her fate. “Go ahead and do it.”
“Heck, I was just waiting for you to argue, honey! Good to hear you accepting your punishment like a mature young lady.”
“I said ‘okay’ didn’t I?” Hannah retorted, feeling Roy was enjoying patting her bottom with the paddle. “Are you going to get on and spank me any time soon?”
“Since you’re so willing to get your butt roasted, maybe we should consider taking them nice tight little jeans down so I can paddle your little panties?”
“Roy! No way! Now will you just get on with it and paddle my butt!” Despite her best efforts to avoid crying, a couple of tears started trickling down her cheeks.
“Okay, honey,” Roy sniggered. “Heck, I’m just joshing with you. You ready?” Roy stopped patting Hannah’s bottom with the paddle and held it in steady contact with the seat of her tightened jeans.
Hannah sighed. “Yes.”
“Okay, here we go.”
Finally, it seemed like her spanking was actually going to begin. Hannah gritted her teeth the moment she felt the paddle removed from contact with her jeans and braced herself. This was going to hurt and she knew it.
Bang!
“Uh!”
Bang!
“Uuh!”
Bang!
“Ouch! That hurts!” Tears were now streaming down the sides of her face.
“That’s the idea, honey.”
Bang!
“Ow!”
Bang!
“Oow!”
“Keep your butt still, honey.”
“I’m trying to.”
Bang!
“Ouch! Not so hard! I’m getting the message! Okay?”
“Good to hear, honey.”
Bang!
“Oow!”
Bang!
“Eeesh!! This is really hurting, you know.”
“That’s good, honey. That’s the way it’s meant to be.”
Bang!
“Yeeowch!!”
Bang!
“Aaaahh!!” Hannah grimaced at the burning sensation that scorched her bottom for the umpteenth time. After a few seconds of inaction had passed, she looked round and saw Roy’s sneering grin through her tear-filled eyes.
“Am I finished?” Hannah asked, still gripping the sides of the chair.
“Sure are, honey.” Roy was gently patting the paddle against the palm of his left hand, and staring down at the tightened seat of Hannah’s jeans.
“Hell! That stung like nothin’ I’ve ever known.” Hannah gently raised herself up from the chair and turned to face Roy.
Much to Roy’s amusement, Hannah stood facing him while at the same time gently rubbing her sore bottom with one hand and wiping away tears with the other. Her silent glare, though, left him in no doubt that unless he had any other business to cover, this would be a good time for him to leave.
“Well, guess I’ll let you get on, honey. Better get this ole paddle back to Mr Petersen.”
“Do thank him for the loan of it,” Hannah replied sarcastically.
“Oh, I will, honey. I will do just that. Shall I send him your kind regards too?”
Hannah smiled with continuing sarcasm.
“Supper’s at seven,” was Roy’s parting shot as he left the room.
Now alone in her room, Hannah bit her lip. Facing Roy and her mother, and especially her younger sister, was not going to be pleasant when they all knew she’d been paddled like a naughty child. Still, that was something she’d deal with later. For now, there was only one thing on her mind. She unfastened her jeans and pushed them down, along with her brief, pale pink panties. She stood back-on to the long mirror on the front of her wardrobe and looked over her shoulder at her now red sore and bruised backside. It was indeed red, with blueish bruises forming on the peaks of her buttocks.
She kicked the jeans and her panties off her legs and gently lay face down on her bed. She reached for her cellphone.
Becky answered almost as soon as it had rung.
“Han? Has it happened?”
“It has.”
“Bad?”
“Bad enough, I guess. He really tanned my butt, that’s for sure.”
“You crying?”
“Not really,” Hannah lied, wiping away tears with a tissue.
“You sitting down?”
“No, lyin’ face down on my bed.”
“How many did you get?”
“Ten.”
“Heck, that’s a lot. Your butt must be awful sore now.”
“It is.”
“Bruised?”
“Yes. I just checked it out in my mirror. Sore all over and some bruises low down.”
“You should rub something on, help ease the pain a bit.”
“I don’t think I have anything.”
“I do. Shall I bring it round?”
“Yes, please.”
The End
© Kenny Walters 2009 (updated 2025)
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