During dinner

Shane's pov

In the middle of dinner, I get a tap on the shoulder.

"Apologies for interrupting your dinner, Admiral Donovan, but may I have a word with you in private?"

"Of course." I excuse myself from the table.

After my conversation, I head into the room where Stacey's seated. So it is true.

I come up behind her and whisper harshly in her ear, "Excuse yourself from the table and come with me. If you make a scene, I promise I will make this much worse for you."

With Stacey following behind, I find Smithers and ask him for a favor. He brings Mr. Burns over.

"Mr. Burns, I'm so sorry to interrupt your dinner but might you have a room where I may discipline my daughter in private?"

"Of course. Smithers, show Admiral Donovan to my private study."

Smithers takes us down to the study via a private elevator. He assures me we'll have complete privacy here. As soon as Smithers leaves, I close the door and begin to unleash on Stacey.

Stacey's pov

Shane is livid. This cannot end well for me. As soon as he closes the door, he starts yelling.

"HOW DARE YOU PULL A STUNT LIKE THIS! I told you how important it is that things go smoothly tonight but you've been pushing the envelope since we arrived. First, I see you sliding down the third floor banister."

Not an easy feat in a cocktail dress, I might add.

"Then I find you attempting to juggle Faberge eggs in the parlor."

I probably could have done it if I had more time to practice.

"Now, I find you with a half empty glass of champagne and so help me God, Stacey, if you say I prefer to think of it as half full."

Hmmm. I'm becoming predictable.

"What the bloody hell were you thinking, Stacey, drinking alcohol in front of the chief of police, for chrissake? You're very lucky he's willing to look the other way and let me handle this."

Ohhhhhhh (mental five), that's why he looked so familiar. He plays poker with Shane and Mike sometimes. I just didn't recognize him without his unifo... oh shit.

"You've gone too far this time and you leave me no choice." Shane begins to unbuckle his admiral's belt and my eyes get wide. He's never used his admiral's belt on any of us before. He's threatened us with it, but none of us were stupid enough to call his bluff. I'm really scared of the damage that belt could rain down on my behind.

"Please don't do this, Shane," I say, gulping. My eyes follow his thick heavy belt as it's folded over in his strong hands. I know it's useless to grovel at this point, since my fate is sealed but I still feel compelled to try for the sake of my bottom. "I'm really sorry." Truth is, I am sorry. I hate it when Shane's disappointed in me, it makes me feel like such a jerk.

"You're about to be!" Shane says, grabbing my wrist and bending me over his left leg, lifting my dress and pulling down my panties, exposing my bare bottom.

Getting spanked with the admiral's belt hurts so much more than I anticipated. The extra weight not only leaves welts, it actually bruises at the same time. After only two strokes, my eyes well with tears. I can feel the leather slicing into my flesh. By the fifth stroke, the tears flow freely and after the eighth, I'm sobbing uncontrollably.

My bottom is on fire. The heat is radiating off my red, inflamed cheeks. Shane lands the next stroke where my thigh and bottom meet, leaving a fresh welt where the belt stripes my sensitive exposed flesh in an angry reddish purple line, just below the curve of my buttocks. I screech through my clenched jaw, unable to suffer in silence any longer. The pain is too excruciating. I inhale sharply as I try to push myself up into a standing position but Shane's left hand forcefully holds me in place.

"Please, Shane, stop," I beg, through tears. "It hurts so bad. I can't take anymore."

My pleas fall on deaf ears. Shane is determined to teach me an extremely painful lesson. I go limp over his leg, clutching his pants as my tears soak through the fabric of his uniform. He focuses the final two strokes on my sit spots, ensuring I won't be able to sit comfortably for the next week. Shane pulls my underwear up, letting the elastic snap on my punished bottom, adding insult to injury. He straightens my dress and stands me upright.

"I'll give you five minutes to pull yourself together, then I expect you to rejoin the party. We'll discuss the rest of your punishment when we get home. Have I made myself clear?"

I look down and nod, too ashamed to face him.

Shane roughly grabs my chin, forcing me to make eye contact.

"I asked you a question, young lady, and I expect a respectful verbal response."

His eyes are dark and cold. I don't dare test him with a defiant response right now.

I have trouble catching my breath between hiccuping sobs but I manage to squeak out, "Yes sir."

After Shane returns to his dinner upstairs, I leave Mr Burns's study to find a washroom where I can make myself more presentable. I wash the tear stains and smeared make-up off my face before reapplying a fresh coat of paint. When I rejoin the party, I manage to successfully avoid Shane for the rest of the evening, until it's time to leave.

The car ride home is quiet as everyone's tired. It's been a long day. A call rings through on the Bluetooth, breaking the silence.

Shane picks up, "Hello."

"My office, first thing Monday morning." Dr. Curtis's cold tone projects through the speaker, crisp and clear.

"Yes sir," is all Shane needs to say, before Dr. Curtis severs the connection.

I sink further back in my seat as Shane tightens his grip on the steering wheel, exhaling loudly.

When we return to the Center, Shane grabs my arm and yanks me away from my sisters as they head off to our room.

"I'm not finished with you, young lady!" he snaps sternly, sending a chill down my spine. He practically drags me to his room and then roughly seats me in the chair by his door.

I wince as my punished bottom hits the hard wooden seat.

"I am so disappointed in your behavior tonight, Stacey. Of all the bloody, unconscionable things you've ever done, this one really takes the cake. You were supposed to be setting a good example as a representative of the Foundation but instead, you chose to act out and make a spectacle of yourself with your flagrant disrespect and disobedience."

Shane is pacing his floor angrily as he rants. He stops and glares at me with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself? How many times did I tell you girls to be on your best behavior tonight? How many, Stacey?"

It takes me a minute to register that Shane has stopped talking since I was busy picking the chipped nail polish off my fingernails and to be honest, I wasn't really paying attention. I look up and see a very angry man impatiently tapping his foot and looking at me expectantly.

"Umm, yes sir?" I say, guessing at an appropriate response to the question I never heard.

"BLOODY UNBELIEVABLE! You're not even listening to me, Stacey."

I look down at my lap, embarrassed Shane caught me ignoring his lecture.

"Clearly I'm wasting my breath, Stacey, since everything I've said has fallen on deaf ears." Shane throws his arms up in exasperation. "Well, if my words aren't getting through to you, maybe my hand will."

Gulp. Hearing that, he now has my undivided attention as a look of sheer terror crosses my face, in anticipation of my second spanking tonight.

"No, please, Shane," I beg. "I'm really sorry, please don't spank me again," I plead, giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

"That is perhaps the least sincere apology I have ever heard, Stacey. I have a feeling a nice long spanking over my knee may be needed to bring a ring of truth to your words."

My eyes widen as I realize he's not bluffing.

"Let's test my theory, shall we?" Shane lifts me off the chair and quickly takes my place as he sits and pulls me over his lap. He lifts my dress and pulls my underwear down, exposing my bright red butt cheeks from my earlier belting. Shane lays his right hand on my bottom while he continues to lecture me.

"Your behavior tonight was reprehensible and unacceptable, Stacey. You were disrespectful to his staff, had no regard for his personal property and belongings, and you drank alcohol while underage but worst of all, you risked damaging the reputation of all Dr. Curtis's charities by setting such a poor example as one of his representatives."

Shane softly tapped my bottom before continuing, "After this spanking, I hope you'll think twice about misbehaving the next time you're in a similar situation."

I cried out in pain after the first harsh spank Shane's firm hand delivered to my already sore bottom.

"You brought this on yourself, Stacey, with your disrespectful behavior." Shane continued to reprimand me both verbally via lecture and physically via several sharp swats to my behind. My bottom was stinging from the punishment his open hand delivered so expertly. I gave up struggling and fighting Shane as I sniffled miserably over his lap while he continued to spank me.

"Am I starting to get through to you now, Stacey?" Shane asked, while peppering my upper thighs with two rapid swats.

"Yes, yes, I get it okay."

"I don't think you do, Stacey..." Shane harshly slaps my bottom, causing me to yelp, "...or you would answer me properly." He rubs my sore backside before smacking it hard two more times as he says, "Try again."

"Yes sir, I understand. I won't be disrespectful again. I'm sorry, Shane." I sobbed freely now as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"I expect you to write Mr. Burns a sincere apology, Stacey. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," I say, as my breath hitches.

"I also expect you to inform Mike of your misbehavior when he returns and you will graciously accept any discipline he administers, without complaint. Do you understand me, young lady?"

Shane's stern tone and the image that comes to mind of how furious Mike will be upon hearing my confession, give me goosebumps.

"Yes sir, I understand," I say, through tears, feeling thoroughly defeated. I know I won't be able to sit comfortably for a week as it is, I can't risk making it worse by mouthing off to Shane.

Shane pulled up my underwear and stood me in front of him.

"I sincerely hope you learned a valuable lesson tonight, luv. I don't enjoy having to discipline you this way," he said, as he gently wiped the stray tears trickling down my cheeks before standing and pulling me into a comforting hug with his strong arms. He gently patted my sore bottom.

"I love you, Stacey, and I just want to do what's best for you. I want you to make the right choices in life and to do that, you have to know that your actions have consequences."