Suzy stood with her nose to the corner and waited.

She hated the waiting but she knew she was supposed to hate it. Her mother was finishing fixing dinner for Daddy when he got home but Suzy knew it might wait until after her spanking. Yes, spanking. She was twenty years old but in her house she knew the rules and she’d broken one of them.

Her bottom already smarted from the paddling she’d received at school today. Mrs. Atherton’s Finishing School for Young Women was were Suzy was learning a lot of things. Things that would make her a very valuable attraction to someone wealthy and would take care of her. Her mom was a graduate of Atherton’s and it was how she met Daddy. Suzy knew her mom was no stranger to this corner either. Daddy spanked both of them when needed.

Suzy had been late to a class one too many times and Mrs. Atherton had called her into the office. Suzy knew this meant a spanking at the least but it shouldn’t be a very bad one…except. Except she had decided to wear her tiniest thong to school that day. It was on a dare from one of the other girls. Nothing would have happened, there were no boys to see, but there was the risk of the teachers or Mrs. Atherton finding out and that meant the paddle.

She was already crying when she got to the office. Atherton looked at her, arched an eyebrow, and asked her what was the problem. Suzy knew it was better to confess than to be found out in a few minutes. Stammering, she told Atherton what she was wearing.

“Turn around. Lift up your skirt.” Atherton commanded.

Suzy felt all kinds of embarrassment but obeyed quickly.

“Good Lord, is there even underwear on you? Bend over.” Atherton told her.

Feeling more humiliation, Suzy bent over until she knew Atherton would be able to see the tiny white thread of fabric between Suzy’s butt cheeks.

“Why?” Atherton demanded.

“It was a dare, Ma’am.” Suzy didn’t move from being bent over. Atherton had not told her to stand yet.

The older woman sighed. “Well. Well. You rolled the dice and lost today. If you hadn’t been late again then this would never have…come up would it?”

Suzy cringed at the amusement in the lady’s voice. Her skirt wouldn’t have had to come up is what she found amusing. Suzy wasn’t laughing. “No, Ma’am.”

“You know what this means, correct?” She asked Suzy.

Suzy tried hard not to let out a sob as she answered. “Yes, Ma’am….the paddle.”

The paddle was the penultimate tool of discipline in Atherton’s. It was wide enough to strike both cheeks at the same time. It also had small holes drilled in the seated area for maximum welting. Suzy also knew, as did all the other girls, that Atherton had played Cricket for her university in England. She kept up her good swinging arms.

“Turn around, over the desk then.” Atherton commanded.

Suzy felt the tears trail down her cheeks as she obeyed. The hard wood of the desk was no comfort to her stomach or breasts as she laid herself across it.

“You best hold onto the other side. If you let go then we start all over again. 35 swats.” She told Suzy.

35! 35!! Suzy was in a daze. The most she’d ever heard of a girl getting was 25. She didn’t dare say a word or complain. Atherton could add more.

“10 for the spanking you should have gotten and 25 for the thong.” Atherton explained.

Oh. Suzy didn’t feel much better but it did make more sense now.

“You will tell me the count after each one. Lose track and we start over at 1. Let go of the desk we start over. Any cursing will add 3 swats for each word. Understood?” Atherton asked.

Suzy could hear her getting the paddle down from the wall by the door. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Afterwards, you know you will have to call home and tell them.” Atherton added.

Oh God. Suzy hadn’t even thought that far yet. Oh GOD. Daddy had the rule if she got punished at school she got it at least as bad at home: double jeopardy. It was incentive to never get in trouble at school! Damn Melissa and damn that dare! Suzy wouldn’t be sitting for a week now! Daddy spanked HARD.

“Yessss…M-m-ma’am.” Suzy blubbered out as Atherton patted her bottom for aim.

THWWWACCCK!!!! It sounded like a rifle shot. Suzy squealed and didn’t care it sounded like a little girl. It HURT! Oh, did it hurt. Her bottom throbbed.

“Suzzzzy?” Atherton warned.

“1!” Suzy belted out.

Atherton stuck again and again….and again…..and again. Suzy was completely sobbing after 4 swats and could barely speak but she had to say it or they’d start over!! Atherton did give a moment to get her breath to do it. Suzy wasn’t sure this was a kindness since it gave time for each swats sting to burn further into her.

At 17, Atherton paused. “Catch your breath, Girl. You’re about to hyperventilate.”

Suzy nodded. “Yessssss….Mmmma’am.” She quivered and writhed on the desk. She’d hoped her bottom would get numb at some point, but nooooo! It throbbed in time to her elevated heartbeat.

“Make me wait too long…” Atherton warned.

Suzy worked to get herself back together quickly. She did NOT want more swats. She never wanted more swats…ever again!

Soon they started again and finally got to the last one!

“35!!!” Suzy nearly screamed.

“Stay put.” Atherton told her.

“Yeessssssss…Mmmm…mmma’ammm.” Suzy blubbered. The next she knew, Atheron was sitting at her desk and facing Suzy.

“Here. Clean up some.” Atherton handed her a wet wipe.

“Th-th-thank..yyyou, Mmmaaa’ammm.” Suzy tried to get out. She used the wipe to wash away the snot and tears. Atherton gave her a dry tissue to use afterwards. She thanked the woman again.

“Hello?” Atherton said.

Suzy looked up to see the woman was using the phone. Suzy’s stomach dropped once more. Mom would be the only one home now. Would Atherton call her home or her Daddy at work?

“Here she is.” Atherton handed the phone to Suzy.

“What happened?” Her mother quietly said.

Suzy told her all of it without embellishment and without sobbing either.

Her mother sighed. “I’ll be right there to pick you up. You’ll stay in the corner until your daddy gets home.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Suzy told her. She usually didn’t have to use that term with her mother but…with a throbbing bottom? Suzy was going to be extra cautious and extra respectful.

“Good.” Mom hung up.

“Alright, you know what comes next.” Atherton spoke up.

Suzy knew. Atherton got up and tucked Suzy’s skirt hem into her waistband then walked her out of the office to the corner by the main doors. This was where Suzy would have to wait for her mother. She would be on display as a cautionary tale. Suzy winced at the irony of that term.

She put her nose in the corner and arms behind her back and prayed her mother would hurry. The thing was her mother knew where Suzy would be right now because she’d been here herself before and her mother, Suzy’s grandma, had made her wait through three class changes!

The first class change since her paddling started and there was the buzz of girls’ voices in the hallway, then there was the giggling, then the outright laughter. Suzy wanted to fall into the wall and never been seen again. She was fully aware pictures of her paddled bottom were being distributed around social media like lightning. She’d done herself to other girls. Oh God. Suzy began to sob quietly all over again.

Her mother was merciful and came before a second class change. No words were exchanged as she marched Suzy out the doors and to the parking lot. Suzy didn’t even ask about being allowed to lower her skirt. She knew better.

Cars were driving by on the road by the school. It was situated in downtown, for goodness sake. Suzy kept her eyes on the ground and tried to ignore the horns honking twice at her state of undress.

This was how she found herself in the corner now. Her bottom was still so tender. Her mother had inspected it then lowered her skirt. It wasn’t so much of a kindness as they both knew Daddy liked to pull their skirts up for a spanking. Suzy had never seen her mother spanked but she’d heard it from upstairs. Mom had quietly told Suzy she did not have to be in the same corner afterwards but went upstairs to their bedroom and waited there.

The sound she’d been dreading came to her ears. Daddy’s car was pulling into the garage.

In moments, he came through the door into the kitchen.

“Is she where she should be?” He asked her mom with a displeased voice.

“Yes, Sir. As expected. She was paddled for 35 swats today.” Mom added to it.

Suzy blessed her mother for telling him so he’d be aware of what she’d gone through. It was the most her mother could do to try and help. Daddy was not to be argued with…ever.

“How long until dinner?” He asked.

“I can keep it waiting as long as needed.” Mom told him.

“Good. Thank you, Lu.” He told her. “Come here.”

Suzy closed her ears at this point because she’d rather not hear the kissing or whatever was happening now. It didn’t work. She heard the soft gasp and subtle purr of her mother while Daddy kissed her. She knew he’d be coming in soon.

“Well.” He said from behind her. “My daughter wears slutty underwear to school?” He asked

“Noooo, Dadddy. Please…” Suzy whimpered.

“Did I hear wrong? Lift up that skirt and show it to me.” He commanded.

She hadn’t expected this but quickly obeyed and bent over as she knew she would have to do. She felt extra embarrassed because this meant he could see…everything! She held still.

“Take off the skirt and the thong.” He told her.

“Daddy?” Suzy hesitated.

“Do I need to repeat it?” His voice got softer and more scary.

“No, Daddy, no!” She quickly did as he told her and was soon bare from the waist down.

“Since you dress like one you’ll walk around like on for the rest of the night. Take of your top and God help you if there’s no bra.” He told her.

She had one on, of course but it wasn’t very big because it was meant to match the thong.

“Turn around.” He told her.

She closed her eyes but faced him.

“Good God. It was a set, wasn’t it?” He asked.

“Yes, Daddy.” She whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“You will be.” He promised. “For this, go bend over the back of the couch.”

What? What had he said? She only did that when he…oh, no. Please, no. She moved anyway because to hesitate now would only make it worse. Her blood was turning to ice in her veins. As she bent over the back of the couch, she heard the sound she truly dreaded more than hearing Atherton get the paddle. Her daddy was undoing his belt.

She knew begging was useless but she couldn’t help it. “Please, Daddy? Please???” She begged him.

“Please what?” He asked. “Not whip you with the belt? Too late for that, Princess.” He sighed and walked closer.

Suzy felt his fingers probing the welts on her bottom.

“Atherton does have a mean swing, doesn’t she?” He muttered.

“Yes, Daddy…very much so. She had to stop halfway before I was going to hyperventilate.” Suzy told him.

“Do you know why I’m angry?” He asked her.

“Yes, Daddy.” She whispered.

“Tell me.” He commanded.

“I broke a serious school rule for a stupid dare. I’ve worn underwear I should never have had, let alone worn to school or anywhere. I’m not allowed thongs at home or at school.” She told him.

“When are you allowed thongs?” He asked.

“When and if my husband allows it, Daddy.” She knew the answer.

“That’s right. So, are you going to beg me not to use the belt now?” He asked.

She took in a breath and let it out slowly. “No, Daddy. I do deserve the belt.”

Suzy had only ever felt Daddy’s belt twice before and it had been three years since the last one. It made a very lasting impression.

“Scoot up higher and over the couch. I’m going to try and only whip the tops of your thighs and leave your bottom alone.” He told her.

Suzy did as he asked and felt her feet leave the floor. Daddy moved something and she felt the ottoman under her feet to steady her. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you very much.” She breathed. Daddy did love her after all.

Without anymore preamble, he began her whipping. The belt came down and stuck 15 times before he decided it was done. He didn’t make her count, he didn’t pause too much, he didn’t scold her any further. He didn’t have to because she felt his disappointment in her with each stroke. She cried harder than she had with Atherton.

Soon, but not soon enough to Suzy, she felt his hands on her thighs as he assessed the aftermath. It didn’t bother her at all she was naked to him now. He was Daddy. She wasn’t embarrassed.

“When you’ve composed yourself, you will come in the kitchen and sit down to eat. It will be straight to your room after that. You’re grounded from all gadgets and I’m keeping you home from school tomorrow. Your mother will have instructions to keep you busy around the house with lots of chores.” He told her.

She nodded. “Yessss, Dadddy.” She sniffled. “Thank you, Dadddy, for my whipping. I’m so very sorry.”

He sighed. “I know. Good girl for remembering your manners.”

She felt a brief flush of pleasure that she was, once again, his good girl.

Suzy did as told. She squirmed all through dinner as her parents talked like nothing had happened. She wasn’t teased or scolded anymore now. She’d paid the price for her sins and it was done. It was one of the best parts of being in such a strict home. Things were taken care of and then left alone. She even managed a small grin at one of her daddy’s bad jokes.

Upstairs she went and lay on her bed on her stomach, of course. New tears came as she knew they would. She was glad she couldn’t use her phone so she wouldn’t see all the teasing. She also blessed her daddy for letting her stay home a day to recuperate. He could have sent her to school tomorrow and sitting through classes with her bottom and thighs like this? She shivered. There’d be so much teasing about it, too.

Suzy must have fallen asleep because a soft hand woke her.

“Suzy?” It was her mom.

“Yes, Ma’am.” She whispered.

“I think I’m mom once more at this point, Honey.” Her mother said in amusement. “Daddy said I could bring up the ice packs after I use the cream.”

Suzy smiled and felt a soft, warm glow. Daddy did love her very much. The cream and ice would make the welts go away so much faster. “Did you have to ask him?”

“No, Honey. I know it might not help but he didn’t enjoy what he had to do tonight.” Mom told her.

Suzy turned her head to look dubiously at her mom. They both knew daddy did get some joy from punishing them. It was part of being a dominant male. They both understood that. They also both knew sometimes they didn’t mind being spanked as much as they should, but tonight was different.

“Well, it bothered him more than I’ve ever seen it.” Mom rephrased.

Suzy nodded and believed her. When she was 17 and gotten the belt, it had been Daddy who came up with the ice and the cream to rub into her bottom. She realized she was too old for him to do that safely.

Her mother applied the chilled First-Aid cream and it felt so wonderful. Suzy fell asleep again before she was even aware of the ice packs placed on a thin sheet put over her skin. She slept the sleep of the atoned until morning.