another ch25 revision

Izaak flipped off the tv and turned towards me. “It’s time for your spanking, kiddo, and then bed.”

“Noooooooooo,” I whined dramatically, ready to throw myself on the floor like a kid, even though I was nervously excited to finally get a real spanking.  Adam hadn't had time earlier, and the one from Violet last night didn't count.  Izaak's spanking would give me all the warm fuzzies I needed to temporarily fill the pit of loneliness and self-hatred. “One more episode, pleaseeeeeee!” My best puppy expression had minimal effect on him, so I tried to snatch the remote, only causing Izaak to raise it out of my reach and wear a more serious expression.

“Sit down. I told you before dinner that we were having a discussion about your behavior at 23:00 sharp. You know how I feel about sticking to a schedule and being on time. No amount of your whining and pouting will change my mind.”

I obediently plopped back onto the couch, now folding my arms and letting the hot crocodile tears stream down my cheeks.  Izaak allowed my mini-tantrum, waiting patiently for my whining to subside before speaking. 

He's so sweet, letting me act out all of my emotions without stopping me.  I love him so much...

“What are you in trouble for?”

The scene was familiar, a replica of the hundreds of times he’d spanked me in the past. There was something comfortable about the ritual, knowing what was to come. “Being a bad influence, but I’m sorryyyyy!”

“What are you sorry about?” 

I chewed on my lower lip and squirmed, looking away because I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t actually sorry... in fact, I thought it was kinda nice of me to share my weed with Chloe and welcome her into our family in the first place. 

Izaak didn’t break character (or maybe it wasn’t really a ‘character’ for him?) as he pulled me over to sit on his lap, ignoring the fact that he made me blush a million different shades of red.  He tilted my chin to make me face him. “You know how I feel about drugs. You are too little to use them anyway, but Chloe is littler. As the eldest, I expect more out of you.”

His words triggered my little headspace even more.  My lower lip quivered. “Yes, Sir.”

“I understand all kids need to rebel now and then.” My tummy dropped even lower, and face warmed with embarrassment, causing little beads of sweat to form on my brow. “And you know how I deal with rebellion.”

I nodded, trying to look away, but he wouldn’t let me until I told him exactly what was going to happen next. “You’re going to... s-spank me.... over your knee.... on my b-bare b-bottom.” When he finally let go of my chin, I buried my face into his chest, covering my burning cheeks. I hate when he embarrasses me like that!

Izaak humored me for a moment, then pried me away from him, standing me up. “Over my knee, kiddo.” 

With a whimper, I did as told, vulnerable over his gigantic lap. I gripped onto the arm of the sofa as my pajamas were tugged down, followed by my panties, exposing my white bottom. Eyes clenched shut, I nervously prepared myself for the flurry of swats, though it didn’t help because once his hand met my unprotected bottom, I remembered that preparation isn’t actually helpful. The sting is too intense to ignore, and just as you get used to one swat, it’s followed by another, and another, overlapping. 

My legs flailed, and I squirmed, howling at his rigid method of disciplining. “Ooooowwwwwiiiiieeeee,” I cried.  Each swat bit into my tender skin, backside thoroughly heated. 

It didn’t take more than a dozen smacks for me to reach back and try to block, but Izaak’s quick reflexes allowed him to catch my hand without missing a beat.  As he pinned my hand against my back, I relinquished control, submitting to the punishment, knowing that I was safe in his hands — he would stop when I'd had enough.  Even though I didn't feel too sorry for sharing weed, knowing that Izaak cared so much about Chloe made me feel connected to the family.  I'd always wanted siblings... and got guilty pleasure out of being a bad influence.  Getting spanked for sharing weed with Chloe was like a dream come true.  And Izaak made it feel so realistic.  

How cool will it be if we can all live together?

"It's been a long time since you were over my knee, but I want you to know that any time you need discipline, I won't hesitate to provide."

"I knowwwww!"  I kicked a little as the intensity of the swats increased.  His heavy palm popped against my sit spots making me yelp, starting to feel a little sorry.

“I expect you to follow the rules and behave properly, especially in front of those who see you as a role model — that includes at school. Do you understand?” 

“Y-yes, Sir!”  Now I was starting to feel a little sorry, thinking about how I'd not been the best example at work lately, and I'd probably fucked up by hanging out with Adam and napping instead of doing notes.

“After this spanking, you will go to bed without protest.  Tomorrow morning when I wake you, you'll immediately get up to finish your homework before school.  If I have to ask twice, the second time will be with the wooden spoon.” 

"Nooooooo," I whined, feeling warm inside and out.  "You won't have to!"  

The last few swats were a little harder, making sure I was a sorry, sore little girl, then Izaak tugged my pjs back up, easing me onto his lap. I snuggled up, face pressed against his chest as I cried out the rest of my tears and he rubbed my back. 

So many feelings:  warm and fuzzy, vulnerable, yet safe and protected, loved and cared for. But still depressed. The hollowness from earlier was still there, reminding me of the inevitability of abandonment. And Adam. Still frustrated at his lack of attention and presence.  How can he talk shit about Izaak?  All because of stupid religion?  Which he holds onto because it's the only connection that remains to his parents.

"You okay, kiddo?"  Izaak shifted me on his lap, causing me to wince a little at the sting, rubbing my backside as I glanced up at him with a pathetic face.  He pushed the hair out of my eyes.

“I’m mad at Toby for blabbing to Gabe.  It’s not fair.  I don’t wanna get punished in front of everyone.”

Izaak usually frowned upon gossip, and I really expected him to ignore my comments or scold me for it.  “Gabe called to ask about you.  There is no need to be angry with Toby — he did nothing wrong.”

I blinked in confusion.  “Wait... Gabe contacted Toby?  Why??”

“He was concerned.  It was obvious you were not okay at the meeting, but you are stubborn and won’t ask for help.”

Now I was blushing again, trying to hide my face in his chest (he wouldn’t let me and kept prying me away) and regretting my question because Izaak wasn’t ready to stop his dad-lecture.  

“You need to get back into your healthy routine...”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” I mumbled, feeling defensive.  “But routines are soooooooooo booooooooringggggggggg.”

“Do you need another spanking?”

Eyes instantly watering, I shook my head, wanting to argue more, but a little intimidated now.  Even if I kinda wanted another one, I didn’t, really.  I think.  

“Stop chewing on your fingernails,” he commanded, not waiting for me and just moving my hand away himself.  “Do you have anything else you need to talk about before bed?”

I thought about it for a moment, remembering the favor he’d asked of me.  “Chloe’s okay. I don’t think you have anything to worry about with the harassment stuff.  She seems fine.”

“Thank you.”  He smiled, squeezing me in a hug.  “Anything else?”

Normally a billion thoughts would come to mind, but of course that night all that happened was I yawned, which confirmed his suspicion that it was time to sleep.  So he carried me to his bed, tucking me in with my teddy (since he refused to let Crackers on his expensive sheets).  He was about to leave to sleep on the couch (maybe?), but I felt the panic creeping back in and called out weakly, “stay with me, please.”

My body relaxed easily when he crawled into the king-sized bed next to me, arm thrown over my belly.  

“You won’t abandon me, right?” I murmured, snuggling up close.

“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”