Mike's pov

I knock once and open the door. The girls are sitting quietly on their respective beds nervously awaiting my arrival.

"The three of you are going to be punished for being up after lights out, and Julie and Stacey you're also going to be punished for lying to Rick." I get right down to it, as I'm in no mood to prolong this. I pull out the desk chair and set it down in the middle of the room. Knowing what's coming, Julie and Stacey start to tear up. Lisa, however, looks both confused and scared, unaware she's about to receive her first spanking.

"Stacey, Lisa, wait in the bathroom. Julie, get over my knee."

Lisa seems paralyzed by fear, so Stacey grabs her hand and pulls her into the bathroom. Julie reluctantly walks over, head hanging down, staring at the floor.

"NOW!" I say.

She quickly complies, lying across my lap.

Before I raise my left hand up, I say, "You're getting ten for violating lights out and another twenty for lying."

Hearing these numbers, Julie starts to cry. The first ten I deliver quickly without pausing, so I don't lose my nerve. I hate hearing her cry, especially knowing I'm the reason why, but they have to learn there are consequences for their actions.

"These next twenty are for lying. Your punishment would already be over if you hadn't lied to Rick by telling him you had my permission to be in the common room. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she chokes out, sniffling from crying.

I give her a sharp smack on the bottom.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir," she answers.

I know this may seem extreme, expecting a six-year-old to respond with sir, but Neil taught me not to underestimate kids' capabilities at this age. To me, this means demanding respect early, like by the way they address adults and by not dumbing down my vocabulary when speaking to them. As a military brat, I think my first words were sir and ma'am, not Dada and Mama.

I spank her hard ten more times, wanting to emphasize harsher consequences for dishonesty. These last ten are really going to drive that lesson home. I pause between each one for effect. From experience, I know that waiting for the next swat can almost be worse than actually receiving it. Almost. The last three I deliver are the harshest. I want her to remember these tomorrow, every time she sits down.

I stand her up in front of me.

"What do you have to say to me?"

"I'm sorry," she mumbles, not taking her eyes off the floor.

"Look at me when you're speaking," I say sternly.

Julie lifts her eyes to meet mine.

"I'm sorry."

"For?" I prompt her.

"For staying up late and lying," she sniffles between words, still crying.

"I know," I say quietly, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head. "Now go wait in the bathroom with Lisa and send Stacey out."

I sigh audibly. Shit, I say to myself. I still have two more to go. Stacey receives exactly the same punishment as Julie. Now it's Lisa's turn.