It was October, and Kelley was still getting adjusted to her new home, and new family, and new school. Especially the new school. It was so hard to be away from all her old friends, and 15 and 16 year olds were not the greatest at accepting a newcomer. Oh, sure some of the boys had hit on her, because they knew she was unattached yet, but she really just wanted to fit in and feel accepted, instead of "the new girl".

So she was in a bad mood when she came home from school one afternoon, the air crisp as were the leaves underfoot. Most people would be in a great mood on a day like this, but Kelley hated the world. There was a big party at a classmates on Friday night and no one had invited her to it. She hated all of them.

She came in the side door. Ellen glanced up from cooking in the kitchen as Kelley walked through, and said hi to her, and asked her how school was that day. Kelley just grumped that it was ok and sullenly kept walking through the kitchen, dumping her books on the dining room table, tossing her jacket over a chair, and heading up to her room.

"Kelley! Get your things out of the dining room and hang up your clothes!" Ellen called up after her. "Where do you think you are anyway?"

"Oh, all right" Kelley yelled down, and stomped down the stairs. "I just got here and already someone is yelling at me!"

Ellen just stood there, gaze locked on Kelley. "Kelley," she said in a very quiet voice. Kelley's blood froze in her veins; she knew that voice. "I want you to apologize this minute, and then hang up your jacket and put your books away in your room, and then get right back down here. Understand"

"Yes, ma'am" Kelley muttered.

"Kelley -- look at me and speak clearly!"

"YES MA'AM!!" Kelley yelled. As soon as she'd done it, she regretted it.

"On second thought, young lady, when you have finished hanging your jacket up, take your books upstairs to your room and stay there until your father gets home!"

A chill ran up Kelley's spine. She felt a little dizzy. "Oh, Ellen, come on, please..." she said, in a whiny, pleading voice. "I've just had a bad day, I'm sorry."

"It's too late for "sorries" now, miss. You had plenty of chances. And you missed all of them and continued to be sullen and unfriendly to me. I don't care if you had a bad day at school or not it is no excuse to take it out on me or anyone else at home. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sor -- "

"Yes you are sorry now that you are being sent to your room. And I daresay you will be sorrier when your father comes home. Now get upstairs!"

Biting her lip hard to keep from crying right there, Kelley turned and rushed up the stairs. She managed just at the last second to catch herself slamming the door, then shut it quietly and tossed herself face down on the bed. It wasn't fair! She had no escape, things were rotten at school and now she was in trouble at home. No one liked her at all, she hated this new town!

After awhile, Kelley's anger and frustration calmed down a bit, and she thought about what had happened. She knew any minute Damien's car would pull into the driveway, and he'd be upstairs. Kelley shuddered when she thought of what he might do when he got there. She thought of how stupid she'd been when she got home, to be so bitchy to Ellen, and then she started to feel bad about being so mean to her when all she was doing was saying hi and asking about her day at school. God, you idiot, thought Kelley, these are the only friends you have right now, and they are taking care of you, and you treat them like this? Kelley really did start to cry now when she realized how awful she was acting, and how she had hurt Ellen.

And then she heard the car pull into the driveway.

The butterflies multiplied when she heard the car in the driveway, the car door slam shut, and Damien's shoes crunching the gravel on his way inside. She heard the front door open, and Jennifer yelling hello and running up to greet her father, she heard him laugh and play around with her, and then she heard him going into the kitchen and talking with Ellen. Suddenly everything went quiet down there. Oh God, thought Kelley, I must be really in for it!

A few minutes later she heard his footsteps on the stairs, and then a brief knock on her door. "Come in" she said, in a quiet voice. He came in and shut the door behind him. He pulled the desk chair over and faced Kelley, who was sitting on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest.

"I think you have some explaining to do, young lady. I will not stand for any of my children to talk to their mother that way. And it is about time you learned that lesson."

"I'm sor-ry, Damien, it was mean of me, I really am sorry. I won't do it again."

"Kelley, you have to learn to control your temper and emotions better. You can't just take out a bad day on someone in the family, or anyone else for that matter. No one likes a sullen brat."

"I know, Damien, it's just that the kids at school are so unfriendly and cliquish, it is just so awful there all day, and ..."

"You and I can talk about that later, Kelley. I am very sympathetic to your situation and I know it must be hard. But that does not change what I have to do right now.

"Get up and prepare for a spanking, Kelley."

A spanking! the word conjured up all those memories she'd tried so hard to repress, of the first and only time she'd been spanked, not even a month ago. How it hurt! how she didn't think she could possibly take any more, and had to! how embarassed she'd been as he pulled up her skirt and spanked her on her panties!"

"No! Damien, please, not that. Anything but a spanking!!"

"Kelley. Listen to me right now, and listen very hard" said Damien in a quiet and simmering voice. He was angry, she could tell, and he was controlling that temper only just barely. "I warned you last time I spanked you that from now on I would demand and expect your complete cooperation and obedience when I spanked you again. Do you remember that?!"

"Yes, sir."

"And I also told you what I would expect you to do to prepare for a spanking, didn't I?"

"Yes, sir, but..."

"'But' *what*, Kelley? Don't you see, there are no buts about it except for yours over my knee. You do as you are told this minute, or you know what the consequences are!"

Kelley jumped up. A second spanking at bedtime, that's what he said the consequences would be last time. She went right over to his right side as he sat on the desk chair.

"I'm waiting, young lady. Don't test my patience any more than you already have."

Oh, this was awful, thought Kelley. She was supposed to pull down her pants, right there in front of him! Slowly she undid the belt and then the button and zipper of her faded blue jeans. Stifling a sob, she tugged them down, just enough to uncover her bottom in the back, she thought.

"Stop playing games, Kelley. Right down to your knees, and hurry up!"

Blushing furiously, Kelley pushed her jeans down til they bunched at her knees. She started to get over his lap, but he stopped her and made her stand there, with just her panties on, right there next to him. She wanted to die.

She shut her eyes to close out this horrible scene and clasped her hands in front of her to cover herself. Damien told her to look at him, and to get those hands behind her. Tears sprang to her eyes as she obeyed him.

"Kelley, these spankings are meant to hurt, they are meant to teach you a lesson, they are meant to embarass you, they are meant to make you want to avoid them in the future. Do you think you will want to get another spanking any time soon after this?"

"No, sir!" said Kelley, shaking her head emphatically.

"I'm glad of that. I'm sorry to have to punish you, but you do richly deserve it this time. Now, get over my knee."

Kelley lowered herself over his lap til her head was near the floor, and her legs were stretched out straight behind her. She reached back and held onto the chair legs for support.

Damien started to spank her, hard but slowly. It stung from the first spank. Soon the smart was so much that Kelley began to twist and squirm to try to relieve the sting. But he didn't stop, even for a break, and if it weren't for his strong left arm pinning her waist down to his left thigh, she would have not been able to keep herself from rolling off his lap to avoid the torrent of smacks.

Kelley was now sobbing freely. Ellen and Jennifer, downstairs setting the table, could hear the spanking and Kelley's howls very clearly. Jennifer always felt a little scared when she heard someone else getting spanked, as if she might be the next one in line, and she looked up at her mother timidly. Ellen knew what she was thinking, and smiled and put her arm around Jennifer. "Don't worry, dear, you aren't in trouble. You've been very good all week, Jennifer. Kelley just needs to learn a hard lesson, that's all. It's one I think you learned a long time ago, but Kelley didn't have anyone to teach her these things, you know. Now go get the knives and forks, please."

Upstairs, Damien had finally stopping spanking the seat of Kelley's panties. Her bottom shown brightly through the thin cotton fabric. Her bare skin on her upper thighs was bright red already. He held her there while she continued to cry.

Then he said: "Kelley, I want you to go bring me the hairbrush from your dresser."

"Wh-what, Damien?" she sniffed.

"Go get your hairbrush and bring it over to me, right now, miss!" And he gave her bottom another hard smack. Kelley squealed and jumped up off his lap, and went to her dresser. She looked at him quizzically and picked up the brush.

As she walked back over to him, she pleaded for no more. "No, Damien, pleeeease, not with the brush, please no more! I'm so sore already, please, I've learned my lesson, really!"

"Not another word, Kelley. I expect complete obedience. It is not up to you to know when you have been punished enough. Now get back over my knee."

Kelley groaned and started to cry again, as she placed her punished bottom back over Damien's lap for yet more spanking. And now with the brush! She shut her eyes and clenched her fist and waited. How was she going to endure this?

She could not believe she really heard what he said next.

"I am not going to tell you again, Kelley. Pull down your panties right this minute!"

"Damien, no, you can't. You can't take my panties down, I'm too old! I'm not your daughter, you can't!!"

"Kelley, I guess you didn't believe me when I said what the consequences were for disobedience during a punishment."

"Damien, no, please!! Don't make me take them down, please! It's too embarassing!!"

"All right, Kelley. Stand up."

Puzzled, but scared, she did.

"Go stand in the corner, young lady, and don't budge from there til I tell you you can. I am very disappointed with you. And don't think for a minute that I am through with you. You are just making it harder on yourself."

And with that, he left the room.

Kelley was miserable. Not only was her bottom on fire and so sore, not only did she feel scared about what was going to happen next, Damien had left her door open when he had left, and she could hear Sarah and one of her friends giggling outside her door. Kelley felt so ashamed, so embarassed...

About 15 minutes later Damien came back into her room. "Turn around, Kelley," he said in a gruff voice.

She did, about to apologize and plead for mercy, when she saw Ellen beside him, arms folded on her chest, looking at her like, well, like a parent looks at a disobedient child. Kelley gasped.

"Two things, Kelley. First of all, you still have your hairbrushing coming. You can cooperate and obey me, or not, it is your choice. But to show you that you have already made it worse for yourself, Ellen is going to sit on the bed and watch you get spanked with the hairbrush."

"No, Damien, no, please!"

"Yes, Kelley, watch you get spanked *on your bare bottom* with the hairbrush." And Kelley started to sob, covering her face with her hands.

"One thing more, young lady. Because you disobeyed me about taking your panties down, you will stay in your room after this spanking, and I will be up to see you again at bedtime. Do you understand me?"

"Ohhhh, yes, sir, oh no, please please no more!"

"Get over here, Kelley. Needless to say I think you'd better obey me this time."

Kelley walked over to his side, feeling like a prisoner about to be executed. She saw Ellen seat herself on the bed right in front of the spanking chair. Damien took Kelley's arm and pulled her over his knee once again.

"Now, Kelley, pull down your panties to your knees."

With a groan of shame, Kelley reached back with both hands, and grasped the waistband of her panties. Scrunching her eyes closed and summoning all of her willpower, she tugged them down, arching her bottom high up in the air to get them by her upper thighs. She blushed yet again knowing how this exposed her, to both of them.

Damien admired the bottom now bared for the first time to his eyes. He patted it with the hairbrush and Kelley steeled herself for the first awful biting swat, which came -- OWWWWwwwww!!!! -- right away.

It didn't take many snaps of Damien's wrist to ignite Kelley's smouldering bottom once again, and that brush stung so wickedly. Kelley was bawling and yelling and struggling on his lap, kicking her legs as wildly as she could with her jeans and panties hobbling her. She looked over once in her agony and saw Ellen appraising her, watching her do her penance over Damien's knee. God, it was so awful to have somebody watching you get spanked, blubbering like a baby, watching your bare bottom smacked crimson. Kelley just prayed and prayed that it would be over soon...

Finally, it was. Kelley was in abject misery, nearly hysterical, by the time Damien set down the brush, a good 5 minutes later. He stood her up off his lap, and Ellen immediately took her in her arms for a moment, then held her at arm's length, looked her in the eye, and tol her to get into the corner. Kelley started to pull up her panties but Ellen told her sharply to leave them where they were. With a smile to Damien, she left the room.

After a few minutes, Damien told Kelley to get into her pyjamas and get to bed, and reminded her that he would be up to see her about 10 o'clock. She sniffled that she understood. After dinner, Damien sent Jennifer upstairs to Kelley's room with her dinner, and could hear the two of them talking for a long time afterward. He had to call upstairs to tell Jennifer to come down, that Kelley was supposed to be alone in her room as punishment right now.

Jennifer came over to Damien as he was reading the paper and asked him, wide eyed and excitedly, all about Kelley's spanking. He told her why Kelley had had to be spanked, and how they loved her very much, and how it was so hard for her right now, and how important it was that she treat Kelley nicely and like a real sister.

Jennifer said, "That's what I did, Dad. I told her I was sorry for her and everything. And told her I knew how much spankings hurt too. And then she hugged me!" Jennifer was beaming. She looked up to Kelley and it meant a lot to her that Kelley liked her.

Damien smiled. "Good for you, Jennifer, I'm proud of you."

Later on, he went up to Kelley's room. He saw she was already on the verge of tears, biting her trembling lip, as he walked in. She knew why he was there, she knew she was going to get yet another spanking on top of her already very red and sore bottom.

He only had to tell her once this time to pull down her pyjama bottoms and go over his knee.

[the end]