Simple enough, Lilah figured, to just climb back up the side of the house by the pipe and get back in. It was the way she’d gotten out of the house once her father was asleep, and it was how the teenage girl would got back inside and pretend she’d been asleep and in bed the whole night when the sun rose.
So, she made her way up. She was only 5’2 and her height didn’t help her in the slightest, but it wasn’t exactly difficult to climb up either. What she had to be most mindful of was noise. If she woke him up now, she’d be done for.
She got back inside through the bedroom window with seemingly no fuss, and after shutting the window quietly behind her, she let out a deep sigh of relief.
With a heavy sigh, Michael, her adoptive father, fully opened the bedroom door behind which he had been standing and turned the light on. He’d been waiting, anxious, angry, worried, furious.
Lilah, his adoptive daughter, was… complicated. Draining. His pride and joy. A real brat.
Sometimes, he didn’t know what to do with her. But it usually ended with her apologising through her tears, her bottom a dark crimson. Tonight might be one of those.
“Well? Anything to say?” he said.
“Daddy!” She smiled, fakely, nervously, and began putting on her ‘I’m just a little kid, don’t be mad at me!’ voice, even though she was far from being one anymore.
“I was just going outside to see the stars! What are you doing in here?”
“I’ve been waiting, Lilah,” he growled, “I’ve been waiting for hours. I’m sure you’ve seen many stars on this overcast night…”
He crossed his arms over his chest.
“Do you want to try that again?” he continued.
“Well, y’know, um, I went for a walk to see if I could see them anywhere. Like, around the clouds you know?” Shit. He was totally on her trail, and that was bad. “Buuut I really should be going to bed now, so-“
He raises an eyebrow
“For three hours, huh?” he shook his head, “Lilah, I think you know better than to lie to me, don’t you? It’s bad enough that you disobey, it’s bad enough that I was worried sick, don’t lie to me on top of it!” His voice was getting louder and louder as he went. She winced at that. It was always a sign that he was getting fed up, and perhaps it was better to just come clean… though she hated it when her adoptive father was cross with her.
“U-um… I went to Emi’s house because they were having hum… a ‘get together’.” She explained, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “Honest, That’s where I was…”
He sighed. “A get together, huh? Just hanging out, sipping orange juice? Yes?”
He closed the bedroom door behind him with and ominous ‘clank’.
“I-it was really just a couple of close friends!” she said, backing up when he closed the door. She wished he would just leave her alone to go bed, but the chance of that happening seemed smaller and smaller.
“I swear daddy, it was just like, six of us, and we only had like, soda and stuff! Really! You can smell my breath if you want, I wasn’t drinking!”
“Soda and stuff” he said, dismissively, “Oh, Lilah… Why… Why do you keep doing this? Do I not treat you well? Are you really so fed up with your old man that you simply don’t care? Is that it? Because frankly, I can’t see why you’re doing this…”
He shook his head again.
“You know what needs to happen now, don’t you?” he said again.
“No! Dad, I just- I just wanted to go and you said I couldn’t but… I should be able to! It’s not fair!”
Her friends always got to hang out no problems, and Lilah was always stuck getting told no, or negotiating with the stern older man.
However, she could predict his next move. “A-and I won’t do it again! I’m sorry, I know I should’ve told you…”
“I said you couldn’t. And you still did, didn’t you?” he asked, his tone ice-cold. He went and sat on the bed
“Now, I’ll ask you again, Lilah… What’s going to happen?”
He rolled up his sleeves, keeping his gaze on her.
The teen whimpered, and tears gathered in her eyes at the prospect of having to go over his knee or over anything to be smacked. Not again…
“Y-you’re going to spank me- please don’t spank me, dad, please-!” She whined, backing up to the wall. “I-I’m 17! I’m too old for that! I just wanted to go with my friends, you’re being unfair!”
“If you behaved, there would be no need for a spanking. And if you behaved, I would be more inclined to let you hang out, as you put it” he said, and gestured her over. “Come nicely, own up to it and it will be over soon, all right? The more you argue, the worse it’ll get, you know that…”
“Daaad…” she whined again, seeing that he wasn’t going easy on her. “I’m sorry, I know I made you worry, but I didn’t mean to!”
Still, she knew how his rules were, and she slowly came to stand in front of him. “I’ll behave from now on, I promise…”
He closed his eyes and sighed “Now where have I heard that before?”
He smiled, sadly “I believe you, my little butterfly…” he said, “But I’m not letting you get away with it. You need to learn.”
He pointed to her worn-out jeans and said:
“Take them off”
Her face was blushing bright red at the prospect of being this age and still being subjected to a spanking, but at this point, there really was no getting out of it, was there?
“Yes sir…” she murmured, a tear running down her cheek. When she’d been adopted, she’d never expected this, and every time It happened, she always swore it never would again, but it always did. She undid the button and pushed the trousers down to her knees, thoroughly mortified.
“What are…” he started, seeing the lacy, pale pink panties that she was wearing. He blushed. “You know what, I don’t want to know…”
She wasn’t even sure how to explain that one had to wear sexy panties when they went to hang out with friends and their boyfriend of course, because what if things had gone further? That night, Lilah was glad that they hadn’t.
He took her wrist and gently brought her down over his lap.
Sometimes, he forgot how grown up she was now. Even if she ended up on his lap with her bottom bared more often than her card to remember, she was nearly an adult now. Where had the time gone?
He cleared his throat.
“This could have been avoided, you know. All you had to do was stay in your bed, be on your phone, anything… But you had to disobey…”
He wanted to scold her, but his heart wasn’t in it.
“Let’s get this over with…” he said, finally.
With a loud SLAP!, he let the first blow fall on her barely covered bottom
“You never let me hang out with my friends!” She whined, a tear already falling from her eye. She always felt horribly guilty in this position. “You’re being unfair daddy!!”
The slaps keep coming, one cheek, the other, hard, fast. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“I am not! Other kids have earned the right to go out unsupervised! I can’t say you have…”
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! the hand keeps falling, quickly turning the pale white of her cheeks a pale pink, then to red.
“Again and again you disobey!”
“Daddy!!” Lilah yelped, whimpered, gasped and cried out in pain, and still the hand was relentless. It hurt badly, so badly that she couldn’t help but bury her face in her hands and sob.
She’d only disobeyed because she felt he was always so unreasonable with her! He couldn’t control her forever, she was practically an adult! Or so she thought, at least…
“I’ll be good! I’m sorrryyy!” she sobbed.
After a dozen more hard slaps, he paused. Her bottom felt burning to the touch and he knew that there was a very wet patch of duvet where she’s been burying her head to muffle her screams and sobs.
“I really want to believe that you are, my butterfly… I really, really do…”
Still, he grabbed the waistband of her lacy underwear…
“Daddy no! P-Please!” She rarely ever referred to him as such anymore, and for her to be doing it so frequently meant she was truly upset.
Her hand flew back next to his, also taking a firm hold on the waistband to keep it pulled up over her cheeks. “I promise, daddy, I swear! Please, please not on the bare. I’ll never leave the house again! Please!”
“I…” he hesitated “Maybe you are a little old for that…” he said, unsure. He could feel his cheeks blushing. Taking her hand off the undies, he wedged them up instead of pulling them down, revealing her burning red globes but leaving her intimacy covered.
Swiftly, the slaps began raining down again, harder now, intent on giving her a proper lesson.
“I do hope you will obey, Lilah.. I do…”
Lilah could swear that her skin was raw, and possibly even starting to bruise. She felt she had a good pain tolerance but this… this was all too painful and not to mention, humiliating. It was embarrassing to be put over his knee like she was still a little girl!
“I will!” She whimpered, tears dripping from her face onto the bedsheets her head was above. “I’ll be good! I’ll obey, I w-will! No more, please n-no more!” Her legs kicked somewhat involuntary, and her hands gripped tight onto his pant leg.
With a loud, harsh final SLAP!, he let her catch her breath and gently stroked her hair as she sobbed quietly.
“There, there… It’s over now… It’s over…”
He helped her up and sat her on the bed next to him.
“I love you, my sweet butterfly…” he said with a sad smile, and offered his arms to her, hoping she would forgive the pain and hold him like she used to when he’d first adopted her.
“H-hurts…” Lilah cried, her hands under her to rub gingerly at her sore, abused cheeks. Heat radiated off them, and she fell into his arms. If he was going to spank her like a child, then she’d accept the comfort that came with it.
“I’m sorry…” she whispered
He held her tight and stoked her hair.
“I know, butterfly, I know…”
He closed his eyes and sighed
“Daddy’s here, it’s all going to be all right…”
This story was written in collaboration with Lia 🙂