Shane's pov

The next month was interesting to say the least, a truly fascinating window into the human psyche. The girls were in rare form. In just thirty days time I witnessed eleven spankings, Julie(4), Stacey(4), Lisa(2), Carrie(1). Since I wasn't the one meting out the punishments, I was privy to analyzing the girls' reactions.

The last four spankings were Julie, Stacey, Lisa and Carrie each committing the same transgression- lying. Mike and I were working at the Foundation when we received the call.

Rick said to Mike, "We have a situation here in the lobby. Four of your girls, three of mine, one basketball, one broken window, and zero culpability."

"Shane and I are on our way over. Tell everyone to sit tight until we get there."

When we arrived at the Center, we saw Rick attempting to referee the arguments between our girls ( Stacey, Lisa, Carrie and Julie) and his (Mindy, Jenny, and Cathie). Each group blaming the other for the broken window.

"That's enough!" Mike boomed. "Everyone shut your mouths and get in the conference room NOW!"

Afraid to cross Mike, the girls silently file into the conference room. I whisper something to Mike and Rick pulling them aside before we walk in. Mike directs the seven girls to sit, spacing them evenly around the room with at least six seats between them. Rick returns with the items I asked him to find; seven sheets of notebook paper and seven pencils. He places a sheet of paper and pencil on each girl's desk.

"You each have exactly two minutes to write down how the window was broken. Remember to write your name at the top. Anyone who dares to utter one word will find themselves over my knee. Your time begins now," Mike says, as he starts the two minute countdown on his phone.

The girls each start writing. When his alarm starts beeping, signaling time's up, Rick collects the girls papers and the three of us look them over. It doesn't take long for us to reach a verdict.

"Mindy, Jenny, and Cathie..." Mike pauses for dramatic effect, "...you're free to go."

They can't get out fast enough. Rick holds the door open, then follows them out.

"The four of you, however, have some explaining to do," Mike says sternly.

Stacey's pov

The four of us shift uncomfortably in our chairs, anticipating the pain our bottoms are about to endure. I wonder how they figured out it was our fault so quickly.

As if on cue, Mike says, "You know what we found so interesting about these papers?"

Clearly a rhetorical question. We all remain silent.

"Seven papers; three paint a very similar picture, three weave quite the web of lies, and one portrays a rather crude drawing of what I can only presume is a platypus playing a saxophone while riding a bicycle. Anyone care to venture a guess which category your stories fell into?"

Again rhetorical. Again we remain silent. Mike is waving the papers as he paces in front of us. The vein on the side of his head is throbbing. As Kesha would say, "this place's about to blow."

"No one? Really? Perhaps you'll become more talkative after a trip over my knee."

There it is.

"Shane, please escort Lisa, Carrie, and Julie to my room where they can await their turn."

As Shane ushers them out, Mike looks me dead in the eyes, sending a chill down my spine. He sits down and beckons me over with one finger. I slowly approach, lip quivering, ashamed. Mike swiftly pulls me across his lap and starts spanking me.

After fifteen hard smacks he stands me up and says, "Tell me why you deserve this spanking."

Sniffling and inhaling sharply, trying to hold back the waterworks, I say, "Because we broke the window."

"What were you doing when the window broke?"

"Playing ball."

"Are you allowed to play ball inside?"

"No."

He spanks my thigh hard with his left hand

"Try again."

"No sir," I say, starting to cry freely.

"Now tell me why your punishment is about to become more severe when it could have been over."

I have a hard time facing him, knowing I have to confess my dishonesty. Staring at the floor, rubbing the toe of my right shoe nervously over my left, I stall for time, hoping nay praying divine words of wisdom will come to me.

"Quit stalling."

Damn he's good.

"Look me in the eye and start talking NOW, Stacey."

I want to confess but I just can't make my mouth form the words.

"You're trying my patience, Stacey Marie." Mike's jaw is squared and clenched, his lips pressed in a tight thin line.

I swallow hard. Middle naming is a very bad sign. About to speak, I take a deep breath and wipe the tears from my eyes but my voice fails me.

"Maybe this will loosen your tongue, young lady."

Uggh, young lady is worse than middle name.

Mike roughly pulls me back over his knee and delivers ten hard smacks to the sensitive underside of my bottom, where thigh meets ass. Tears start streaming down my face. He stands me up again and grabs my chin, forcing me to see his angry rigid expression.

"We can do this all day, Stacey."

"I'M SORRY I LIED!" I blurt out, finally finding my voice.

He pulls his hand away from my chin, letting my head drop in shame. I hear him breathe in deeply through his nose, exhaling, eyes closed, stroking his forehead. His silence is unnerving.

After what seems like an eternity, he says, "You're about to learn a very valuable lesson on the perils of deceit."

I don't know the definition of some of those words but I do know exactly what they mean. Mike once again pulls me across his lap. Only this time, I feel his left hand in the waistband of my pants. Please God no. He yanks my pants down to my knees, taking my underwear with them at the same time, baring my rear.

"Please no," I beg and whine at the same time. He's never spanked any of us on our bare bottom before and I'd like to keep it that way.

Ignoring my pleas, Mike begins spanking my already pink bottom harder than he ever has previously. I never realized how much protection the fabric of my pants actually provided, but that is something I will never forget. The sting is so much worse. With each slap of his hand the burning intensifies. My bottom quickly turns from pink to an angry, inflamed bright red. The pain radiates across my entire backside and upper thighs. I don't know if I can take much more of this. Mercifully, he stops after four more well positioned smacks on my sit spots. I've never cried so hard.

He pulls me up, purposefully scraping the coarse fabric of my pants across my incredibly sore bottom. I grimace from the intense pain that ensues from this seemingly benign act.

"Stacey, look at me," he says softly. There's a gentle caring tone to his voice that immediately disarms my angry resolve. I want to hate him for the assault he just rained down on my ass but I can't. As I look at him through tear stained eyes, I want nothing more than to know I'm forgiven.

Mike pulls me into a warm hug holding me firmly against his chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around my back. Damn he's good. The familiar scent of his cologne comforts me as I shed tears of relief.

Shane's pov

I head back to the conference room after I drop off the girls. I quietly open the door and slip inside. Mike has Stacey over his lap and he's already begun spanking her. His back is to me but I can determine the severity of each smack by the way his shoulders jerk upon impact. He's not going easy on her.

Stacey looks at me as I enter the room. Her eyes are red and swollen. She's crying. Seeing her in pain tugs at my heart strings, yet I know this punishment is well deserved. I wonder if someday I'll be able to put my emotions aside and properly discipline the girls. Watching Mike lecture Stacey before pulling her over his knee again, makes me realize how difficult this is going to be for me in the future. Clearly, I'm not ready yet. I take a seat in the back corner so Stacey can no longer see me but I can still hear everything. I don't want her to see my complete lack of confidence.

I'm amazed by Mike's ability to be stern and loving at the same time. I'm no stranger to stern discipline, I both received and delivered it many times during my military service but there was never any emotional component attached. It strictly served a functional purpose, to complete missions and maintain a chain of command. I don't want the girls to feel like soldiers under my command. Although, I don't think it would tug at my heartstrings to see one of my vice admirals over Mike's knee, so maybe I'm just overthinking things.

I'm jolted out of my pity party as I see Mike bare Stacey's bottom and spank her severely. I'm pretty sure this is a first. Judging by the amount of Stacey's squirming, being bared exponentially increases her pain. This part of the punishment must be for lying. Mike does not tolerate dishonesty.

I have a hard time watching Stacey stand before Mike, crying her little eyes out after receiving that severe spanking. When I feel like tearing up as I see her collapse into Mike's hug, I know I'm in for a world of trouble. These petty officers (aka the girls) are going to walk all over their admiral. I don't stand a chance.